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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's footsteps echoed through the aftermath of the battlefield, each step resonating with an air of unyielding confidence. As he bid farewell to Rakumtatak, a smirk danced upon his lips, a silent promise hanging in the charged atmosphere.

"I will inform you when we strike Nifelheim," Lyon declared, his voice carrying the weight of impending doom. With a nonchalant turn, he left Rakumtatak behind, the words lingering in the air like a vengeful echo.

Rakumtatak, on the other hand, couldn't help but chuckle heartily at Lyon's parting words. "Don't be too long, he might die of a heart attack before you could kill him," he laughed, turning away from the direction Lyon had taken. His stride remained unbroken, and he was swiftly greeted by his lineage, the patriarch of the Orc Clan.

"P-Progenitor, congratulations on the massive victory," stammered the patriarch, awe evident in his eyes.

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