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

The Auction was underway as Valmus had already been escorted to the Merchant Association building. He had however slipped away to meet the Branch head and added 2 Energy Stones.

He figured if he was going to Garner attention why not go all out, he wouldn't over do it but. He would do just enough to make the NPC's salivate when his name was mentioned or at the very least raise an eyebrow maybe a twitch of the eye, whatever he may trigger he would embrace.

He sat in a VIP booth alone as Hevar's maid had already been sent back to his master for privacy's sake.

The Auction had gathered quite a bit of attention it being a last minute event the amount of Royal and Noble representatives was high along with those from famed organizations.

The Golden Cauldron, an Alchemic association had been the first to come as the allure of an Elixir tugged their Crating strings as they wishes to dismantle and discern every knock and cranny of it.

Chapter 76: The Failed Auction.