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 both Carl and Sam received their gifts, they dove into their cars of choice and begun their drive home.

The two couldn't stop laughing as they remembered the red faces Eugene and Clive made after making their pics.

Carl har chosen a Silver Lamborghini which seemed to be Clive's favourite, the old man nearly cursed at him but struggled to maintain composure he excused himself not wanting to ruin his image.

"I swear we might have pissed them off a little bit too much." Carl laughed through a voice call.

"I know but I doubt they would act out, this might also be the last time we receive gifts from them." Sam smirked as he took a turn, they had already left Towa city and were on an Expressway to Hill View.

"Should we test this bad boys with a race?" Carl challenged.

"Aren't you too desperate to find something you can beat me in." Sam teased with an amused smile.

Chapter 114: The Hillview Drive