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Three Fold World

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

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasy
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137 Chs

A Tavern Of Old Times

Asher held his breath ,as he waited for Micheal to speak.

"Ah! Roran's Hearth!" He said with an expression of remembrance. "I know it!"

"You do?" Asher asked with renewed hope.

"Yeah, I sure do." Michael replied. "It was a place that was very popular in the time of my pops."

His words, made Asher narrow his eyes as he realized that this wasn't exactly the most optimum.

"Was? Is it still there?" he asked carefully.

"Oh yeah it should still be there." Micheal replied. "I've certainly seen it before when I was a kid. Though I haven't been there since then." He revealed.

"So the place is not the same as before?" Asher asked, wondering what was up with the tavern.

"From what I was told, the place was highly popular with the locals. It was rather cheap and was located right in the center of the commoner housing district, making it perfect for laborers that worked all day long to have dinner and some ale there.