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 Fractured Dimension was first made whole, it's space expanded at absurd degrees until it hit the maximum of what a high level Pocket Space could manage.

The space was shattered and devoured plagued by an endless nothingness that touched everything and anything.

Void watched with a nostalgic smile as the nothingness sought out perfection, he subtly guided the fragmented will not wanting to trigger a repeat of his own birth.

The Nothingness after countless of Epochs failed to reach perfection this wasn't a surprise to Void who had already begun to unravel the mysteries of existence.

Nothing is ever truly perfection, for their to be growth flaws must exist. Perfect hinders grows which inadvertently causes stagnation something which existence loathes.

Chapter 83: Tales Of Existence II.