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

"That's why I said the warrior path is a foundation I'd rather not miss." Valmus replied with a small smile.

The man's brows furrowed before they evened out, 'this kid, it seems I'm handle a smart ass, to actually indulge me in a game of word play.'

"Fine, since you were honest from the start then I'll indulge you." The man offered.

The Warrior Hall instructor has been awed by your foundations, he's however not willing to offer you the Warrior path that easily.

Learn Any form of Weapon Pressure.

Looking at the unrewarding chain quest Valmus grumbled inwardly as he summoned a common sword from his Inventory.

He then without wanting to hear what the instructor had to say, he swung down with a bored look on his face.

His common sword trembled as he swung downwards, the sharpness of the sword echoed out as it gracefully came to a stop.

Chapter 124: Class Halls II