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 opened his eyes slowly as he rose from his bed, his body was bandaged from his neck to his arms to his upper torso stopping at his waist.

His legs were also bandaged which made him look like a mummy of sorts.

Lucky he still had his undergarments despite them not being his they were clean and looked new.

'They were probably nursing me to health, I haven't logged in in two real time days that's about four days in-game. Considering a Players maximum game time in the real world is 8 hours that translates to 16 hours in-game.' He calculated wanting to estimate if the player base had already left their villages.

'Not yet but they're close lets say in about eight maybe nine hours give or take. Anyways I should check my rewards and punishments after all we failed the mission.'

{{A Chain Of Events has triggered a Unique Event and has fastened the Black Water Village Event.

Chapter 65: Aftermath Of The Battle