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

It took the Van an hour to arrived at the warehouses location, the clean up crew calmed themselves as they awaited the Infiltration crew's report.

Maria and Quan had already snuck in and were currently still mapping out the interior of the Warehouse, they were stealthily, fast and precise, in under an hour they exited the building and met up with the clean up crew to share the map.

Sam was currently dressed in a black body suite, on top of it was a not so ordinary military vest, it was one of the few things that cost Khan some serious money.

They were products which through his own connection procured, the military vests had the ability to resist attacks from Inhumans, and high caliber weapons.

On his head was a standard military helmet that covered his head squarely, his eyes were protected by a tinted glass which also served to protect his eyes and identity.

Chapter 107: Khan's Gig V