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 saw a face that was quite striking.

Misha's eyes were like they held the glow of Tidemother themselves and were of the same color. She also had tattoos on her forehead that looked like multiple crescents stacked on top of each other.

And at the very top of the crest stack existed a single water drop.

Her hair was mostly black, with two streaks of white going down the sides of her temples all the way to the end. With all the features combined, she exuded a beautiful yet mysterious aura.

Her pale white orbs stared at Asher, as if she could look through his very being. This made the teen quite unsettled, as he didn't find it very comfortable.

Asher had never seen an appearance such as this and even found it more mysterious than the Immortals that he had seen. He didn't even understand the word that Misha had spoken.

'Cleric? What's that?' Asher had no idea about the term.

A Cleric Of Tidemother