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

After the meeting with the Bevaults, Sam and Carl spent the night in their manor.

Mainly because it was already past midnight and there was no way Melissa or Esteban would open the door for them.

There was also the issue with distance, if they decided to move at their fastest it would still take an hour and a half to get home.

There was also the Bevaults insistence on their stay, mostly because they wanted to investigate them overnight inorder to have some sort of leverage against them.

All in all they spent the night in Bevaults manor, it was a eye opening experience for the boys, they were rich yes but were still miles away from the truly opulent.

In the morning the two received a new set of casual clothes from a leading cloth brand, it was as if the Bevaults were showing them the difference between them.

Chapter 113: Khan's Gig XI, Final.