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

As Valmus made his way to the Merchant Association the Various scions of the Families had already gathered.

They were here to not bid for the limited items but to probe the Auctioneer himself, they weren't fools the fact that Valmus had so many lost items of Celestial Items meant that he had an abundance.

What they didn't know and we're trying to know is wether he had the backing to hold them, if he did them they would negotiate but If he didn't there were only two roads.

Either they shake hands, this would mean Valmus being puppeteered into an organization or Families. The other road would be his untimely death and split of the resources he had.

Valmus entered the Association greeted the reception who led him towards the Auction room.

He this time didn't enter the VIP room but sat among the bidders, it would be disrespectful of him to enter the VIP rooms when the Scions of the Empire were not.

Chapter 89: The Auction