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

Valmus retreated from the Failed Abominations once all three of them had their HP values full to 100%. He hastily approached one of the Natives and asked for a switch in opponents.

The Native having seen the perverseness of the three abominations together, coupled with Valmus' own perversity of being able to restrain the three while also keeping up with them refused Valmus' offer saying.

"Do you want to kill me?! How am I supposed to face those three fuckers alone?! Just deal with it I'm sure you have some mysterious method."

The Native then quickly changed his battle position not wanting to accidentally pull the three abominations agro after all he had a wife to get back to.

Valmus cursed inwardly as he dodged an attack aimed for his head, he ducked and leapt to the side as his eyes were filled with a cold murderous wrath.

Chapter 58: Battle Of Black Water V.