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

"You could have just joined a major power then! Why target my warehouse, the Bevaults will come for me now!" He screamed.

"That's not our problem, we're leaving and will keep this one hostage for a week. Only after a week will we release her, do I have your word that you won't follow in exchange for her safety?"Sam uncaring for his problems threatened.

"I'm a dead man if I allow you two to leave with her, she's one of the Bevaults young Miss. I'm a dead man if I allow you two to leave with the stock, no matter what you lot do my life is tethered to it." He screamed.

"Fine then, set up a meeting, call your superiors, tell them we're here. In an hours time they should arrive. We'll be waiting.". Carl stated.

"Call my superiors, why?" The man asked.

" That's none of your business, do tou want to live and possibly gain profit? Then do as your told." Sam replied firmly, the man took several steps away from the duo and took out his phone.

Chapter 110: Khan's Gig VIII