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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 · Fantasía

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The Undercurrents Start To Flow

With the sleeping location fixed, Asher looked around for a heavy enough rock that he could place at the edge of the boulder.

This was a safety measure so that he wouldn't just roll off from the side mistakenly while asleep. Additionally it would also block the line of sight of anyone that mights looking at them mountain.

Even if it was hard to look in the dark, in the early hours of morning there was enough light that Asher could be spotted. He did this as a precaution as he didn't know how long he would be sleeping.

With how long he had traveled he expected the exhaustion to be decent enough.

Once he placed the rock, Asher placed the rucksack under his head and used the tunic as a blanket before sleeping. It didn't even take him two minutes to fall asleep once his head hit laid down.

Asher drifted away into dreamless sleep, unaware of the events that were taking place far away from him.

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