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 hadn't expected the meat of the Orc to be this inedible.

"Rather than inedible, its basically poisonous." Asher spoke.

"It sure is." Michael nodded. "Unless one has the tenacity and stomach of a barbarian, eating Orc Meat is not a good idea." He added.

It gave Asher a bit to think about, and he debated whether to sell the Orc Blood or to make use of it.

"With the loot from this Orc, it should be more than enough to compensate for the lost payment from your job." Michael reckoned. "Though… I suppose this is a tiny amount for you as a Mage." He chuckled.

"That…" Asher didn't know what to say to that.

"I know, I know. You might not be a full fledged Mage now, but once you join under the tutelage of Senior mage, you'll be making a lot more. Just the stipend you might get would be a few golds alone." Michael knew that Asher and him being able to talk right no was only a temporary thing.

In the future, their status would be far apart.

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