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 and the group walked till it was noon before taking a break.

Misha let out a long yawn, showing that she was reaching her limits.

"We should have lunch and rest." Michael said seeing the condition of his companion.

Misha had been awake for a long time now and hadn't slept at night. She kept watch and even ended up being the one to finish their commission by killing the Dagger Tail Red hawk.

As such, she was fully deserved the rest.

"I'll get the bird cooking." Jon said before setting up a little bonfire.

"I'll be back in a bit." Asher said, taking this opportunity to sort out some of his things.

"Sure thing." Jon didn't mind, thinking that Asher was merely going away for loo.

They didn't know that Asher was going away to prepare for their payment, as well as to check just how many coins he actually had.

He walked for a couple of minutes, before reaching a secluded enough area.

Counting Coins