Grand_Void_Daoist

Slave… 

Trash… 

Unwanted…

Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. 

But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. 

Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. 

But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? 

Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. 

How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World?

Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. 

Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Three Fold World

Magic was something that everyone had a longing for.

It was up to fate whether one was able to fulfill this longing or not. Majority were not fated for it, but those that were often headed for greatness.

It could raise one from gutters to the golden towers of nobility or cast one to the lowest depths of hells.

Every child heard about the stories of mages and the power of magic, wanting it for themselves. Asher had yearned for it the same, but that dream had been shattered long ago.

And now the words of a heretic were mending those shattered pieces of the dream.

"I… I can use magic?" Asher questioned, his doubts preventing him from believing his ears.

Hope