After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
Lowering his head, Asher glanced at the blue grass surrounding his squatting, naked figure. He raised an eyebrow but wasn't too surprised—Lord Winter had already informed him that he wouldn't have clothes here.
When he met his ancestors, it was usually in a sealed territory created by the spirit he met. But this was different. For the first time, he was in the spirit world… like a man who had died.
At first, Asher felt everything strange—the unique-looking sky, the unnatural colour of the leaves. Yet, the most eye-catching difference was not what he saw but what he felt.
He was definitely in the spirit world.
'Why would I Am allow people to cross worlds without a price to pay? Isn't the gulf between both worlds as large as I thought?'
His white brows furrowed, and faint creases slowly formed on his forehead. Ignoring his nakedness, he stroked his chin and then began to aimlessly walk toward an unknown destination.