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 found himself in a throne room, the walls were a mix of blue, black that made it seem far grander than it was.

on both sides of the hall were black armoured warriors unarmed but very attentive.

On the throne was a man dressed in purple armor that covered his body such that no skin could be seen.

"Hmmm....So you are Valmus, Vatos called in a favor for you." He spoke his voice was heavy and overbearing despite how light he was speaking, he didn't use his Authority to speak but used his natural Voice which seemed to still resemble that of the Primordials when using their Authority.

Valmus didn't dare move nor speak, as eccentric and shameless as he was even he knew when not to bullshit and keep his mouth shut.

This being reminded him of the Jade Emperor who would kill even those who breathed without his permission.

Chapter 85: The Mantle