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

[Tsk, this is why I hate dealing with God slayers, too arrogant and demanding. That boy thinks he can threaten me without consequence then he's in for Chaos.] Chaos grumbled to himself, lying on a large bed as he ate his bunch of grapes lazily.

[But his Aura was too much, so potent how many Gods has he killed? A hundred, Two hundred? No probably on the thousands but I haven't had of a pantheon falling let alone a Divine Genocide.] Chaos furrowed hos brows as he paused indulging in his grapes.

[Indeed no Genocide has occured in the couple thousands of years, I'll have to be wary of that mortal after all Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I'll remain chaotic neutral until ofcourse it suites me to shift the scales.] He grinned before lying back on his Divine bed and indulging in his grapes.

[Hey, hey Ombre don't die on me yet.] Ate screams echoed within Valmus' mind his condition was bad to say the least.

Chapter 62: Battle Of Black Water IX