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

"Remove your uncomfortable pressure or I'll not speak a single sentence." Valmus replied his voice was cold and indifferent he deeply hated pressure tactics more so from people who weren't as strong as they thought themselves to be.

"A Tier 0 Trash wants to force my hand? Who do you think you are?!" One of the seven roared as his red hair danced in the air wildly.

His eyes much like his hair were red, he was a well built man with a muscular Physique that would shame most professional Boxers.

One of the seven a woman whose face was veiled tried to appraise Valmus but failed which caused her reaction.

"What happened Simona?" A man dressed in a simple archers ware asked as Simona was rarely shocked about anything.

"I can't see though his existence, nothing at all from his state of being or Tier nothing even his name." She replied her tone tinged with awe and curiosity.

Chapter 71: The Hall Masters of the Seven Paths.