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

Beryl's actions were unnoticed by everyone.

The prisoners were dead, and the people of the Crude Lands were located in a camp farther way. Other than this, there was just Asher who had already gone quite far.

Beryl stabbing the dagger into his chest was not the end though, as the man was still alive.

But it was clearly for a short time, as Beryl's complexion was turning paler by the second due to a lack of blood.

'All those that come here will have no traces to go on… Those damned wizards will have to pay if they try to do anything.' Beryl thought to himself, as he mustered his power for one last spell.

The rampaging Miasma within his body calmed down for a moment and surged into his veins once more. It stirred like a storm, as if a threating to explode at any moment. Normally, this would be very dangerous for any Sorcerer, but for Beryl this was all intentional.

A Final Spell