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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

Lyon stood surrounded by an impending clash of two opposing forces. The silhouettes overseeing the tumultuous scene emanated authority, each commanding their respective armies. The stormy clouds above roiled with the descent of devil cultivators and seraph cultivators, heralding an inevitable confrontation.

"It's a futile attempt, Torga," one silhouette declared, a voice laced with confidence and dominance. The gesture of his raised hands initiated the downward surge of devil cultivators, their dark forms blotting out the tumultuous sky.

As if in response, the other silhouette, a counterpart shrouded in mystery, raised his hand. This time, the heavens released seraph cultivators, their ethereal radiance cutting through the stormy clouds. The opposing forces gathered, creating a charged atmosphere as if the heavens themselves were preparing for a battle of cosmic proportions.

Lyon, Hang on!!