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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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Minx, The White Rodent

Minx, his usual sly grin in place, chuckled at the innocence of the question, "Well, well, aren't you full of surprises? A god, my little friend, is like the puppet master pulling the strings of the universe, orchestrating the grand play of existence."

The kid frowned, "Puppet master? But that doesn't sound nice."

Minx raised an eyebrow, "Nice? Who said being a god was about being nice? It's about power, influence, and sometimes, a dash of mischief."

The kid looked puzzled, "Mischief?"

Minx nodded, "Oh, you bet. Sometimes gods just want to stir the pot, see what happens when they throw a little chaos into the mix."

The kid scratched his head, "So, you're like a troublemaker?"

Minx laughed, "Troublemaker, artist, divine jester – call it what you will. But being a god means you get a front-row seat to the cosmic circus, and occasionally, you get to join in the fun."

The kid grinned, "That sounds kinda cool."