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's words had come from the heart and he held deep gratitude for Asher. He knew what the boy had done was not easy and took a great deal of courage and effort to do so.

Most mercenaries would have thought ten times before attempting something like this and even then there was a high chance they would have simply run away. And yet, Asher had not done so.

"Thank you." Misha spoke up too. "For risking your life." She said with gratitude.

Asher could see the emotions openly on the faces of the two mercenaries and knew that they really meant it all.

'I suppose they are the better out of most.' Asher thought to himself.

But just a second later, a groan was heard.

"Go check on him." Asher said, "I think I'll need some time more." He added.

Michael and Misha rushed to check on their companion while Asher continued to lie on the ground.

Gratitude And Benefit