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

Asher focused on every word of Beryl, knowing that this information was the only thing that might keep him safe.

"Potions? Aren't they what the mages and warriors use to heal themselves?" Asher recalled having seen a few of them.

The guards in the Crude lands used them for themselves in the case of heavy injuries, and some of the mages that had visited them in the past had used them too. Those were the only few times Asher had seen them with his own eyes.

"That is just one type of potion." Beryl replied. "A Miasma Potion is what is invaluable to us Sorcerers. Without it, we might become helpless in places that have no free Miasma to use." He explained.

"How does one get them?" Asher asked the next important question.