Emperor's Reckoning

In the blink of an eye, the light dot shot itself toward Lyon's forehead. Although the tent was full packed with people, nobody noticed that the dot light inside the scarlet gem was missing. Not even Lyon aware of this.

The light dot was actually traveling into Lyon's sea of memories. There it saw the world where Lyon came from, Earth. The light dot was observing Lyon's growth from when he was a baby, the first time he started to walk, speak. First girlfriend, first heartbreak and even Selena were there.

As the light dot wanted to return back to the sword disappointingly. It saw a huge gate on top of the sea memories.

The gate was adorned with mythical magic brands which were unknown in Deo. It was chained from eight ways with a huge lock in the middle.

The light dot was curious as it hovered around the huge gate before it gave up having funny ideas. As the light dot moved toward the exit, a huge suction sucked the light dot inside the lock.

Inside the gate was a whole new world, a far cry from Lyon's earth. There were huge mountains and vast oceans. But most importantly there was a man with boundless charm and vigor standing on the cliff topless. Revealing his ripped muscles to the world below him.

With a wave of his hand, he could change the day into night. If he wanted today to be raining, then raining it shall be. Even the sun didn't dare to make the world too hot because of him.

"Assemble," said the man softly.

*swoosh

*swoosh

In a split second, there was a whole battalion kneeling behind him. The uniqueness of them was, they were all wearing a different outfit. One was even wearing a short pant like he was just waking up from sleep while the other even wore a pajama. But even so, their eyes were full of respect and praise toward the man on the cliff.

In the man's opinion, wearing an army outfit or battalion had negative impacts toward a war. Being in the outfit one most comfortable with would boost their fighting capability to a new height while also serving as an undercover like a trojan horse.

"What is your order? Master," said the man that seemed to be the leader of the battalion. The leader had a slight resemblance to the captive in the unknown world.

"Hmm," then with a wave of his hand, the day became night just like that.

The night had four moons hanging in the sky with stars filling the galaxy. There were auroras everywhere making this world truly a magical place to be.

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"I want it to be romantic tonight, so made all four of the moons closer," said the man on the cliff without even turning around.

If the cultivators in Deo heard his request, they might think that their master was a spoiled lunatic. How could even one pull the moon closer and even four of them?

"Yes, master!" however contrary to people believe, the leader answered the order with absolute confidence.

"En, you may start," said the man on the cliff with ease.

"Yes!" said all of them.

*swoosh

The battalion set out to the sky aiming at the four moons.

"Hmm?" the man on the cliff seemed to notice something as he turned around facing the light dot. The light dot was confused, this was still a memory, its being shouldn't be noticed by anything.

Yet, the man was clearly staring at the light dot. "A young weapon sentiment huh," the man chuckled before grabbing the light dot in his hand. His motion wasn't fast but the light dot couldn't even move.

"Are you here swimming in the sea of memories, seeking for a talented owner?" asked the man playfully.

"Whose memories are you into right now?" asked the man again before continuing, "Is it mine?"

Seeing the dot light didn't have any reactions the man concluded that it was the case.

"I wonder if I'm worthy of you, all of you sentiments really had a high pride," chuckled the man.

*snap

*zing

He snapped his finger and in an instant half of the world were covered in magic brands including the sky and what's more astonishing was all of them had rainbow colors.

"I AM LYON TORGA, THE ENTITY WHICH EVEN THE HEAVENS JEALOUS AND AFRAID OF, ARE YOU WORTHY OF ME?!" shouted the man who revealed his identity.

At the same time, the four moons began to move closer and closer to where he stood. Nobody could ever believe that it was possible to move the moon!

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*crack

The glass cube suddenly broke into pieces and caught the attention of the onlookers.

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*boom

Suddenly an enormous pressure filled the entire area and the ground was shaking like an apocalypse.

"What's going on?!" asked the judge.

"I don't know! No reactions had ever been this big!" said the committee.

Lyon's hand which grabbed the hilt suddenly started to bleed and baptized the sword as a magic brand with the red-blood symbol etched itself on Lyon's back palm before disappearing.

"Haah!" Lyon twisted the sword and it disappeared. As he looked at his palm which was oozing blood just now he was surprised. There were no wounds nor marks that could make the blood escape.

(Weird, I definitely felt the sword was sapping my blood but at the same time I could feel the unimaginable power from the sword) thought Lyon.

As the sword disappeared, the pressure and the shaking also gone with it.

"Congratulation Mr. Lyon!" said the committee.

The masked people nodded in to respond before walking out of the tent.

"Thanks, whoever your name is, let's go Fenrir, ah he passed out, must have been really hungry," said Lyon as he walked out (Man, I need to go to the toilet).

"Hmm, do you smell that?" asked the judge.

"Yes, it's the smell of victory!" said the committee.

(Really? Man victory stinks!) thought the judge.

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