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

With how many people Asher had seen die he had been unable to do anything. But now that he had some power, he didn't wish to be in the same position.

He wasn't going to let another person die.

'Not again.' Asher thought to himself. "I'll carry you as far as needed. We can get out now that they are all dead." He tried to convince the man.

"You don't understand. The death of those mages will be known by the mage tower." Beryl spoke. "It would have been no issue in escaping if I was fine, since I could've hidden our tracks. But in my current state, you won't be able to move fast enough if you carry me.

Believe me when I tell you there won't be enough time for you to run before they catch on. The only way you can survive is if you run alone." He explained.

"But you… You'll die alone like this." Asher didn't know what to say.

A Dying Man's Instructions