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

Leonidas grinned while Valmus' brows furrowed, "a lie detection ability? No, just now I felt the string of my fate tingle, did you just Divine me?" Valmus' Golden eyes shimmered with wrath, he had told Loki and Ate to restrain themselves since he had beem hiding for too long but to actually be pryed upon on a friendly business meeting.

The room suddenly turned cold as all the lights dimmed an unsettling pressure descended, Valmus' killing intent bloomed and pressed down on all those within the room indiscriminately.

"Calm yourself Valmus, I can explain." The Prince tried to reason, his previous cheekyness seemed to vanish from his face.

"Explain? I came to meet your by your own terms, I came to you without hiding my face, without concealing my fate, without any form of hidden agenda only to be pryed on without permission? What the hell can you explain?!" Valmus coldly demanded.

Chapter 132: Recruits IV