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Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

Emperor Elandril's eyes, usually serene and composed, were now a reflection of intensity as he caught wind of the powerful arrival in Fifth Hell. His quick strides carried him through the regal corridors of the Elven palace, leaving behind a bewildered Princess Yala, who glimpsed her father's departure with wide eyes.

As the emperor reached the tower, a sentinel, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, fumbled in his attempt to maintain decorum. The guard, realizing the gravity of the moment, stood rigid, his armor clinking nervously. Emperor Elandril's gaze, however, was fixed on a specific direction, and his brow furrowed with concentration.

In the distance, a figure emerged from the vortex, a portal between realms. The emperor's lips parted, releasing a low murmur, "Rakumtatak." The name resonated with a mixture of acknowledgment and concern. The air around the tower seemed to ripple with tension, mirroring the emperor's apprehension.

Two Emperors