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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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The Third Hall

The group made their way toward the Third Hall with whispers accompanying them. The onlookers didn't dare to show the slightest discourtesy at them, especially not with the white-cloaked alchemist leading the pack.

A prominent figure was at the front, gossips naturally followed. Whether they were gold-cloaked alchemists or azure-cloaked alchemists, even the black ones without stars, they all speculated in their own way. However, one thing was for sure, they all looked at the group differently. A hint of fear was present as the status that they imposed might be even greater than their own. Especially the young man walked at the same pace as their leader.

"The Third Hall is quite far from the Fifth Hall," commented Lyon as he put his hands behind his head. The nonchalant attitude brought disbelief of the onlookers but not the headmaster himself, for whom the latter was chuckling.