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 swiftly left home using Carl's second hand car, he ran away from the explanations of how they bought the cars and chose to leave Carl to it.

He drove towards Rodgers place with a small smile plastered on his face, the past few days offline had been fun.

He messed around with his best friend, made allies, threatened people, doomed others, saved some, all in all it was an eventful few days in his books.

After arriving at Rodgers, he waited for the man in his living room, he had too may issues to address and each was important.

Soon enough Rodgers made way towards the living room where he smiled tiredly, "you boys have been visiting me too much lately, I'm not dying you know." He joked.

"We seeing you is the best option for us, we know you as Rodgers our former boss and partner, this is what matters to us." Sam politely replied.

Chapter 115: Teammates