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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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My Name Is Lyon Torga

The arena grew eerily silent, as if the entire world held its breath. The shimmer of excitement dimmed, replaced by an overwhelming sense of awe and dread. No one dared make a sound or a move. Who would punish him now? That man had crushed not just Rufus, but the very reputation of a seraph—and on the grandest stage no less.

Lyon's leisurely steps echoed in the stillness. The Six Pillars of Empyrean fell into formation, parting like a royal guard to allow him through, their expressions as serene as if this were a walk in the garden. Rufus lay crumpled on the ground, broken in both body and pride, and not a single soul in the crowd dared intervene.

Lyon's flaming wings had long vanished, leaving only his calm, nonchalant demeanor. But there was no mistaking it—the one they had thought was just a mortal had reduced a celestial being to nothing but ash and humiliation.