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's words entered the knight's ears, before the sword slid out of his body.

Blood spewed out of the man's chest, for a moment before the sword was stabbed back in.

This time though, Asher did it a lot more skillfully, keeping Beryl's words in his mind.

The sword now pierced in an upward angle unlike the straight one from before. The knights all had a heart protecting plate, on their chest, thus stabbing straight usually sent it though the bottom part of the lungs. But by stabbing it diagonally, Asher went from the man's stomach, and into his heart.

"GAH… Bleigh!" The man vomited a mouthful of blood.

Asher gazed into the man's eyes, watching his life slipping by bit by bit, until finally he was dead.

Thrill Of Hunt