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 was stupid, risky and suicidal, what would you have done if I hadn't called form my contractors aid and dragged you into my Domain?" Valmus berated the now kneeling Cassia.

The prince along with his guards were in the same position with their heads lowered and fists clenched.

"I would have just accepted my fate," Cassia muttered a reply which seemed to irk Valmus.

"Fate this fate that, why the hell does everything you do revolve around fate, don't you have free will can't you make your own choices?"

"Your one dense bloke aren't you, I give up." Valmus snapped returning Cassia's gift of foresight as instructed by Nde'nkah.

"God of Time, that's Kronos right, I'd rather not mingle with that grumpy man." Valmus clicked, he had a brief summary of all the Primordials and Kronos wasn't the hospitable type.

Chapter 133: Recruits V