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 stared at the runes with an eager expression, his only hope was that his flaw wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

Flaw Description: [Your word is your Bond]

Before he could dwell to deeply into what his flaw entailed, Valmus heard the the echoes of the Spells voice.

The armored ceiling of the police station's vault hang above him, it wasn't as refreshing as his own back on earth but it had to do,.

He was back, despite the... surroundings he was relieved to have made it out in one piece.

"Are you awake?" A masculine voice asked, it was bored and obviously the owner didn't seem to want to be there.

"Yes," Valmus groaned as he looked to his side, on a plastic chair sat a middle aged man who seemed to be in his late twenties, he had a gaunt shaved fave and bloodshot eyes, he seemed to he barely awake,

Chapter 150: First Nightmare XI