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

It was important that they secured the area and ensured that there was no more danger, as such Asher didn't hesitate and agreed.

"Oh, for the Orc hide, if you wait till I return I'll help you skin it." Micheal offered. "Unless, of course, you want to try your hand at skinning."

"I'll wait. I've never skinned an Orc before." Asher replied. "Besides… I don't think this dagger is suitable for it anymore." He looked at his only weapon that had gotten its tipped snapped and edge blunted.

There were also a few chips along its edge, showing that it was certainly not in a good condition.

Tending