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 eyes fluttered open before the weight of his lashes forced them to a close, he had been unconscious for who knows how long, it might have been seconds or hours, he had no clue.

He tried to move but his body refused to listen to him, it ached with familiar pain, familiar wounds stung as he tried to force himself up, it was then that he felt it, new wounds, fatal wounds he did have before.

'Was it because of the crash?' He thought to himself thinking that maybe he had broken a few bones, he slightly raised his head to look at his body.

His eyes narrowed in shock as he looked at himself, his abdomen was impaled by seven swords, each one piercing one of his internal but none touched his heart, his breaths were harboured as his lungs were being drowned in his own blood.

His feet were pinned to the ground with another pair of swords that were plunged through and etched into the ground.

Chapter 147: First Nightmare VIII