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 now having completed everything he had in store for the Black Water Village crushed the Teleportation Stone given to him by the former Village chief, former since his village was no more, as he thought of a town he would surely make a haul in.

[[Congratulations Player Valmus For Being The First Player To Leave A Village. +50 World Fame.]]

"Ahhh isn't this guy too fast, he has claimed almost twenty first announcements and at least five of those are dungeon first bloods, obtained first rank from the Village event and is now the first to leave the village!" A man in black leather armor complained as he finished off a Boar.

"We're barely reaching level 10 but this guy actually soloed a level 30 Abyss Mode Dungeon, we're not his match Noire." A woman dressed in robes added as she fired of a fireball.

Chapter 66: Brewing Storms