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

"Now that I think of it, the sound of trees does sound nice." Asher muttered to himself.

He had been in the forest for about an hour now and was trying to find a decent place to rest for the night. At first, he had constantly been alert with the sound of the trees, but now he had become a lot more used to it.

Instead of getting mistaken by the sound of trees, Asher was now alert about the sound of sticks and branches being broken.

'Even with the torch, its still hard to spot the sticks in the thick grass.' Asher thought to himself.

He had been stepping onto the sticks often, and was unable to tell if the sound was made by himself or by something else. But now that it had been a while, he could tell when the sound was coming from other places and not due to himself.

Staying alert all the time was also not easy, and was now having a strain on Asher.

Creeping Danger