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

After Asher talked with Micheal and Misha for a bit, they thought of what to do now.

"Jon will need to rest for a bit more. At least until his injuries can stop bleeding again." Misha stated.

"Hmm… that'll delay us for a bit. Plus, in our state, getting through the forest will not be easy either." Micheal replied.

Asher could see the conditions of everyone and other than him and Misha, the other two were not really in the best condition. Micheal could still work, albeit with some aches, but Jon was simply in no condition for that.

In fact, he had already passed out after the conflict had ended, for the pain had pushed him to his limits.

It was the stressful situation and the adrenaline in his veins that had kept him awake all this time.

Add while Misha had tended to him, the herbs she had were not enough.

Looting Corpses