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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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1333 Chs
#ACTION
#REINCARNATION
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#TRANSMIGRATION

Emperor's Reckoning

In the heart of the storm, where memories and echoes of Lyon's existence collided, Luce Veritas pressed on. The tempest roared around her, thunderclaps and flashes of memories intermingling, yet she persisted. With each step, she called out Lyon's name, a voice cutting through the chaotic symphony.

"Ly-on!" Her voice echoed, carrying with it a mixture of desperation and determination. The storm seemed relentless, threatening to engulf Lyon's essence entirely. Undeterred, Luce pressed forward, her gaze unwavering. "Hold on, Lyon. I won't let you slip away. Not now, not like this."

As she reached out toward the translucent figure of Lyon, her words carried the weight of their shared history and the bonds that transcended the tumult of the storm. The dance between chaos and connection unfolded in the surreal landscape of Lyon's memories, and Luce stood as a beacon of hope, refusing to let the storm claim Lyon's essence.