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 chuckled as he never thought a day would come where he would learn Goblin and be able to speak it without issue.

He shrugged looting the Goblins before addressing Loki

"Loki, can your Mantle transform me into a Goblin?"

[A Goblin, yes very possible. Stand still I'll begin the transformation.]

"Make me part of the Mo' Clan, they know magic, and I'm interested in knowing Goblin magic."

Loki complied as his body underwent change as his skin turned green and his ear's tips grew, tribal marks appeared on his arm as the transformation seized.

He was practically the same in terms of height and other things apart from skin tone and ear tips.

"This Dungeon is really something else, a Goblin who's height is on par with a Humans, outside they would be called hobgoblins just due to the height difference," he mused.

Chapter 80: Crypt Of The Fallen II