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

The sky soon dimmed down to a deep black, as clouds filled in to hide the stars and Tidemother above.

This left no space for the light to trickle down, this making it quite dark for Asher in the forest.

The makeshift torch continued to burn in his hand and was already burned a quarter of the way.

'Should I just make another torch?' Asher wondered but did not seem to be sure of it.

While gathering the materials for the second torch wouldn't be too hard, it would just be a stopgap measure. Since it would burn out at the same rate.

Asher walked for a while and watched the torch reach the halfway point before deciding that he needed to make another.

"Before this burns out, I best make another." Asher muttered to himself and got to work.

Juvenile Kill