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

'How Can someone so handsome exist?!' Tia the waitress inwardly complained.

Her mothers Tavern had seen quite a number of people, strong people were naturally good looking and those who frequented their Tavern were not overly strong but they were still good looking.

But the man before her, even without smiling was kingdom, no empire toppling handsome, if those old cougars learnt of his existence then he would surely be hunted down.

"Are you okay, miss?" The man before her asked in a worried tone, she had bit her tongue and it was currently bleeding, so she couldn't even reply lest she spat blood, plus the pain was something she had never experienced, even while burning her hands when cooking.

The man who seemed to understand her predicament waved his hand, a thin veil of yellow covered her entire body healing her bleeding tongue along with injuries she herself never knew she had.

Chapter 130: Recruits II