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

"Ho, you can see me?" The Old man raised a brow, he didn't think that his artifacts were so poor to be seen through by a mortal.

"Were you supposed to be hidden?" Valmus asked curiously, were his eyes finally making a come back, he had been bullied for the past few days with powerful people who made all his preparations seem like crap.

"To most yes, but it seems your not most people.

So out with it young lad, what do you want from me?"

Valmus grinned at the man before taking out a Guild Token from his inventory, it was a bronze Token the basic kind nothing major but still rare to the current player base.

"I want something similar to this crafted, I'll give you the necessary specifications since it'll be different from the Guild Tokens."

"How are you so sure I can make it?" Grover asked rubbing his chin, he already knew the answer but chose to ask it anyways.

Chapter 136: Recruits VIII