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 breathed heavily as he appeared within a crater of sorts, his figure leaned against a boulder as he struggled to catch his breathe.

He could barely move his lower right arm which had been bitten by the spiders, he remembered hearing a sickening crunch and feeling an ungodly amount of pain.

'I'm pretty sure I'm poisoned right now.' He chucked as he tried to stand up using the boulder he was leaning on as support.

He rose to his feet and begun his slow march out the crater, he hoped that maybe his journey had at the very least been shortened.

And then he heard it, a beastial roar followed by an angered screech.

"Ahh fuck this." He growled knowing full well that the titans were still clashing only this time it seemed he was far closer to their location.

Chapter 143: First Nightmare IV.