Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

Monsters flooded the Village from North, their former manageable strengths had now been oddly augmented.

They had a red thin Aura with flickers of darkness covering their bodies, their eyes were painted in crimson as forced and trapped in a Berserk state.

The formerly cannon fodders had now grown fangs and did not show the slightest of mercy.

Ravens shrouded the skies as their numbers were far more exaggerated than what Valmus or the other Players had faced in the Ravens Dungeon.

Swarms of Vampiric Bats also moved like clouds of darkness casting a Tenebrous veil over the erupting battlefield.

Maddened Boars charged forward their tusks sharp and polished thirsting for blood, their furs hardened to the point where blades weapons could no longer pierce unless of course imbued with mana or aura.

Chapter 54: Battle Of Black Water I