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 brought the sling bag back to Misha, letting her take a look.

Inside the bag, there were several bottles as well as a few small pouches.

"They got a lot of medicine for being Rogues…" Misha muttered, finding it strange. "Huh… They even got this?" She said in surprise taking out one of the bottles.

It was a small transparent glass bottle that had an amber colored liquid inside. It was filled half way up and had clearly been used before.

"Is that a Healing Potion?" Asher looked at the bottle curiously.

He had seen them a few times before in the Crude Lands. Though they had almost always been used by the guards when they got injured fighting against the beasts that wandered in or in rare cases against the people working in the Crude Lands.

But the ones Asher had seen looked different, being a lot lighter in color.

"Is that… a Grade Two Healing Potion?" Micheal asked, before Misha opened the bottle's cap and took a sniff.