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

Valmus leapt from side to side while dodging the hail of rock that fell, he was suddenly grateful for having four arms which were now far more useful than he gave them credit for.

His claws also took a bit of the spotlight as they dug into the rocky mountains with stellar grip.

He could care less why the nightmare creatures were fighting, he only wished to survive until he reached the closest settlement where he could hopefully gain sufficient information about his nightmare objective.

Nightmares granted by the spell always had a revolving conflict which in Valmus' case, An Aspirant, was to solve. Solving the conflict would result in clearing or passing the spells objective.

'During the time rewind, the center was formerly plagued with destruction. So there's probably a massive war that's about to break out or something went terribly wrong resulting in the destruction, that'll mean my objective may be centered around the destruction.'

Chapter 142: First Nightmare III