The Epics Of Vestia

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.]

Mohoti · 游戏

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156 Chs

Chapter 128: Class Halls VI

"Wasn't that too much?" The Fighter asked the others.

"What was too much?" The Hunter mused.

"He asked for the Original Path circuits and you lot gave him the Compendium of Classes.

You even went as far as helping him recruit Seven Tier 3 powerhouses." The Fighter pressed his gaze now focused on the Cleric.

"I saw something, from the moment he entered our shared Domain, I received a plethora of Visions." The Cleric sighed softly.

"I thought your Visions weren't as frequent ever since that girl became a Myth." The Warrior, Old Sword, commented.

"They weren't, the Birth of the Myths did quite a number on us, more so when they took their oaths, but they're still linked to us, their Origins." The Cleric answered softly, "What I saw was a lot of things, many things, many futures, many paths, many victories, many losses." She said somberly.

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