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

A hundred thoughts rushed through Asher's mind as he came to terms with what had just happened.

He knew that he had killed these four men and that he now needed to get away from here. But he hesitated in just running away, thinking about any witnesses that might be around.

Asher had his hood on all this time and it hadn't fallen over, thus his face would only be visible if one looked at it from a closer distance. Still, to be on the safe side, Asher pulled up the neck of his tunic and put it over his nose.

Thankfully, it was an oversized tunic thus it was not a problem for him to do this.

He looked at the four dead bodies and wondered if he should burn them.

'No, that will be bad.' That thought quickly disappeared as Asher remembered he was no longer in the wild.

Running Away And A Rundown Tavern