Big_Yellow

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

The lord's breath came in ragged gasps as he leaned heavily against the imposing double doors, his once-unshakeable confidence shattered along with his weapon. Never before had he tasted defeat in battle, and the bitter realization clawed at his consciousness like a relentless predator.

As Lyon advanced toward him with measured steps, a sense of unease gripped the lord's heart, sending shivers down his spine. It was the first time in countless battles that he had felt the chill of fear creeping into his bones, a stark reminder of the formidable opponent he faced.

With every step Lyon took, the lord's apprehension deepened, his mind racing as he searched for a way to escape the inevitable confrontation. But there was nowhere to run, no sanctuary to be found in the depths of the First Hell.

Lord Ophiuchus