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

Sam returned home at around six to seven in the evening, the sun and set the stars were glowing and the moon had already risen.

It was a mundane night like the many he hadn't seen, too focused on another world to the point of ignoring his former one.

"I'm home." He announced as he opened the door and took of his shoes.

"Didn't we agree you're stopping the all 'Tadaima' thing?" Lucy who by good or bad luck was nearby questioned.

Her glasses pushed back as she gave her older brother a stern stare, she unlike her two brothers rarely got into anime and by default was unaware of it's many catchy phrases.

"Sorry, I just get the urge of saying it whenever I'm arriving at homes and there's people around." Sam rubbed the back of his head lightly as he explained.

Chapter 100: Home