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 had uneventfully enrolled into the Awakened academy, Kurt had dropped him off and driven away immediately after, under normal circumstances this should have been overwhelming but...

Valmus made his way towards the Language class, he was a lot of things but, he wasn't as knowledge the language of Shadow Slave.

[You have reached a milestone, you can now partially transmit four Abilities from your material self and into your Avatar.]

Valmus paused as he stared at the prompt before him, this wasn't the Spell but Vestia's will.

"Is this perhaps a boon unique to the first person to enter a Zone?"

"I see?" Valmus grinned, he didn't want to pick a lot of skills or abilities, not the overly powerful attacks or defenses but support type.

"I first pick Linguistics, the other two I'll tell you in time." He grinned, this were really looking up.

Chapter 151: First Nightmare XII