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

Michael felt like his heart had jumped into his throat, as he watched the Club landing a mere few inches from his head.

'Just a bit slow and I would not have a head right now.' Michael thought to himself.

Misha also looked back from the ground and saw that Michael was still alive.

"Tidemother's graced us…" Misha muttered, but then noticed something. "The makeshift spear?" she saw Asher's spear struck between the fingers of the Orc.

"GRAAAAAAAAA!" The Orc was obviously not pleased with the result and tried to pull back his club that had become lodged into the solid ground below.

But as he was doing this, a voice was heard.

"Huh?" Michael heard the boy and soon saw him rushing towards him. 'That spear… he threw it?' he had not expected that spear to somehow save him.

But then seeing Asher coming at them felt alarming to him.

Exploding