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 looked at the rather unique box.

He had never seen such shells before as there were now clams anywhere in the Crude Lands.

Misha opened the two clamshells and revealed a light green paste that was kept inside it. It was a bit grainy and a mix of different colored particles were suspended in the paste.

"Will help." Misha said before applying the paste onto Asher's wounds.

The paste stung a bit at first, but it soon provided a cooling effect. Once she had properly applied it all, she wrapped Asher's hand in fresh bandages and properly tied it.

By the time she was done with all this, Asher's hand was already feeling quite better.

"The pain… Is mostly gone." Asher clenched his fists.

"Of course it'll be gone, Misha used the Scapatia ointment." Michael said. "It's probably one of the best ointments for wounds like that since it'll numb the pain too." He added.

Tending Wounds