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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
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#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#TRANSMIGRATION

Lyon! Lyon! Lyon!

"That... that was no ordinary roar," muttered one elder, his voice trembling as he gripped the edge of his seat.

The patriarchs and matriarchs exchanged wary glances. Even the most battle-hardened of them had not felt such raw, unrelenting force in years. Alistair Skyblade, patriarch of the Sky Clan, clenched his jaw. His eyes darted to Mavis, who had just managed to stop his fall down the slope. Concern flickered across his face, but he quickly masked it. The matriarch of the Ouroboros Clan, Lady Kalani, narrowed her eyes, her fingers resting elegantly on her lips as she watched Esmeralda recover from the blow. Her usual calm demeanor was shaken.

Luce, standing at the forefront of the gathering, smiled faintly, though her gaze was locked on the mountain's peak. She knew this was just the beginning.

Among Lyon's group, Kesya and Ian stood on edge, their faces filled with excitement rather than fear.