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

The Southern Part was holding up quite nicely, if you don't consider the almost three hundred casualties not mentioning the fatally wounded be it from loosing limbs or having their innards gouged out.

Valmus was also at the southern part of the village, this was where the Evil God Religion had sent their Templars and Failed experiments. There was also a few members of the Dark Tower in this region along with hordes of undead nothing like the Northern side.

But the Southern part was surely holding on better, after all the players had already been brutally murdered leaving behind only Valmus and a few Prime Guild Captains.

They had picked this side purely because they wanted to gather as much intel as possible from the supposed strongest Player, sadly this plan of theirs was bound to fail.

Chapter 57: Battle Of Black Water IV