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 lied on the back of the Vulture as he let out a deep breath he had unconsciously held.

The Shadow Slave Zone was truly nerve-racking to say the least, he had come to realize despite having his past life's memories and those of Carl's alternate timeline, if things weren't in his control he would be reduced to any normal person.

'Today for the first time in a long time I felt fear, the fear of failure, the fear of dying, the fear of not meeting my own standards. But why am I so happy then, why does my heart feel so light?' He questioned as he felt his face which had a large smile carved into it.

"I missed this feeling, feeling human, it's been awhile since I felt alive." He touched his chest and felt his heart still pounding.

After a few exhales Valmus sat up and pulled out connected to his runes, there he read through his last few runes.

[You have slain An Awakened Devil, The Mountain Tiger.]

Chapter 145: First Nightmare VI