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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.

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From below, the crowd stood in anxious anticipation. The peak of Mortal Mountain was hidden in mist, but they could all sense it. Something was happening up there, something monumental. However, their eyes were fixated on the remaining six young masters, who were all standing at the same level on the mountain path. One by one, the six figures had slowed their climb, their backs hunched forward, their breaths coming out in heavy rasps. They were struggling, each step now a monumental task, each breath a battle against the invisible pressure pushing down on them.

"Only six..." someone in the crowd muttered, eyes scanning the ridge. 

"Where's Lyon?" another asked, panic edging into their voice.

Even though the mists veiled the summit, the absence of Lyon was glaring. His bold, carefree demeanor was nowhere in sight among the hunched figures of the young masters.

The matriarchs and patriarchs exchanged glances, their seasoned eyes narrowing with concern.