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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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1287 Chs

You’re here, aren’t you?

In the heart of Aurora, the grand hall of the city's central clinic was abuzz with activity. The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to flood in, casting a serene glow on the polished wooden floors. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes, jars of herbs, and various medical instruments. The air was thick with the mingling scents of medicinal herbs and incense, creating an atmosphere both calming and intense.

In a large, ornate bed at the center of the room lay a young boy, his face pale and clammy with sweat. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and though his eyes remained closed, his eyelids fluttered as if he were dreaming. The boy's parents, humble cultivators dressed in simple robes, stood nearby with anxious expressions, clutching each other for support.