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

Due to the torturous Time Dilation of the Crypt of the Fallen Valmus had already spent three days in-game time despite his seemingly short hours within the Hidden Dungeon.

This meant that a whole day had passed in real time and he had yet to log out, eat or even take a shit.

' I'm getting addicted to this world' Valmus sighed as he made way toward the closest city booked an in and logged out immediately.

He then took a bath ate whatever it would be called be it breakfast, lunch, brunch or supper.

He them collapsed in his bed like a corpse and slept for half a day.

He was exhausted mentally in more ways than one. Despite his slaughtering tendencies the lives he took within the Hidden Dungeon reminded him something his comrades back in the nine Heavens used to say

"Being Weak isn't a Sin, staying weak is a Sin. Never Commit this Sin for the weak have no rights in the Nine Heavens.

Chapter 87: A Short break