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 had at least some idea what the magic of the Wizards was like, as he had a few opportunities to observe them, but in the case of the Sorcerers, there was no such opportunity for him.

Since he was one too, he needed to know how it looked, how it felt, and how it worked to be able to use it himself. While Beryl had said that he should be able to use it himself and didn't need to learn it, Asher reckoned there was no harm in observing it well.

But seeing how the knight died was still quite shocking.

'That knight was a two star warrior and yet he died with such ease…' Asher thought, seeing the quick death.

The Knight hadn't even gotten to struggle much. Asher reckoned that even if the knight was stabbed directly, there would still have been more struggle. And yet, with Sorcery there was barely any.

Even in the emaciated state, Beryl was able to get rid of the knight.

Power Of A Sorceror