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Emperor's Reckoning

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.

Big_Yellow · Fantasy
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1292 Chs

Alchemy Union, When?

"Wow, that sounds really overbearing for a dish, don't you think," asked Lyon with a twitch in his smile. He knew there was a reason why his goosebumps rose for the name of the dish sounded more aggressive than it should be. He knew it was missing the word art, what kind of art, only his innate soul knew.

Kesya grinned coquettishly. "They shouldn't try though, they might not be able to handle the taste."

The princesses furrowed their eyebrows. Even though the woman in front of her was stronger than both of them, there was no need to demean them for they were strong in their own rights.

Cecile shook her head with a smile. "There is no need to take her words seriously, Assid is our best cook, she is just spouting nonsense."

"That's rude empress! Oops!" Kesya immediately covered her mouth.

"Empress?" Cherie raised her brows.