Sword God in a World of Magic

One month earlier, on Earth.

"Thank you for your loyal support, and please visit us again!"

A superficially cheerful voice shouted this phrase from a medium-sized grocery store. The phrase was targeted at a middle-aged man that was just leaving the store. The middle-aged man slightly waved one of his hands to show that he had heard, but he couldn't be bothered to answer.

As soon as the man left, the grocery store cashier sighed and went back to the cash register. The cashier was a young man with blonde hair, and he looked like he had just hit his 20s. A slight muscular frame was still visible when one looked at him from the back, but when looking at him from the front, one could only see a rather sizable beer belly.

Clack, thump, clack, thump!

As the cashier walked back to the cash register, the sound of his cane could be heard on the floor of the grocery store.

"Hello, welcome to Stevie's!" the cashier greeted with superficial politeness as he handled the next customer.

"Hard day at work, huh?" the young customer asked the cashier.

"It's alright," the cashier answered with a slight chuckle. "Everyone has to make a living."

However, these words didn't reflect the cashier's real feelings.

'This fucking grocery store is killing me, I swear!' he thought as he "happily" bagged the groceries. 'Every day with the same shit. Alex, do this! Alex, do that! I swear, when I've saved up enough money for college, I'm going to burn this place to the ground!'

Of course, these were only thoughts created in a stressful situation. Alex knew that he wouldn't really do it.

This cashier was Alexander Hoffmann.

Alex for short.

Alex's life hadn't always been like this.

He had had a bright future ahead of him in the past.

Sadly, life didn't go his way.

On the urging of his father, Alex started doing sports when he was 12. After all, doing sports while growing was very beneficial to the development of a teenager.

Alex's father was a huge fan of the MNFA, the Multinational Fighting Association.

The MNFA let fighters from nearly all disciplines of martial arts fight each other with the least rules possible. So, in short, it was an organization that handled mixed martial arts fights, MMA for short.

Alex had also grown to like watching these fights, and when his father urged him to do some sports, Alex decided that he wanted to do MMA.

His parents' feelings were mixed on that subject.

On one hand, it was great that their child was finally doing some sports, but MMA could get pretty dangerous if something wasn't handled correctly.

However, since it was not professional MMA and since there were several coaches around in the local gym, they agreed.

Some time later, when Alex had had his first practice fight against another kid in the gym, he got his ass handed to him. Yet, this experience awakened a certain kind of stubbornness in him, an urge to win.

Sadly, he lost the next couple of practice matches too. Well, one couldn't really consider these matches a loss since they weren't real matches. They were simply some sparring between two students.

Yet, when Alex didn't clearly win a fight, he saw it as a loss.

Alex had already planned to change sports and join another one since it felt frustrating to see how everyone was better than himself. Yet, he wanted to win at least one time!

So, he continued training, and eventually, he won.

When Alex won, he felt something that he had never felt before.

It was a kind of indescribable high!

He felt like he was floating on clouds, and he felt like he was the greatest in the world!

The feeling of fighting, which had always annoyed him since his body hurt after it, transformed into the polar opposite.

This feeling of fighting others wasn't annoying.

It was simply a clash between men!

They were showcasing their power in a very primal fashion!

Alex wanted to feel this feeling again!

Alex stayed in the gym and even came more often. MMA had transformed from a chore into a hobby. The pain of sore muscles became a familiar pain that Alex even started to enjoy. It sounded cheesy, but the common phrase of every single sports coach in the world resonated with Alex.

"Pain is simply weakness leaving your body!"

As the years passed, Alex completely focused on MMA. Even his grades started to drop, which had already been average to begin with. Alex wasn't stupid, but he never paid attention in school and didn't learn anything.

Stuff like math and physics was still okay since he could often deduce the correct answers logically, which was why those grades didn't suffer much. However, subjects like history and foreign languages had it far worse since one had to actually learn for these things.

Alex had a ton of arguments with his parents over this, but Alex always said that his future was MMA. He would join the MNFA, and he would earn a ton of money!

high school but decided

MMA was his future!

hard

entire life depended on his

didn't manage to get into the MNFA, he

Alex's 20th

the greatest day

dream was about

since his first opponent was pretty weak. His horrible

second match,

at

going fine. There was some back and forth, and he and

then, the

opponent had been fighting from a distance since no one managed to find a good opening to tackle the other one to

CRACK!

before the kick struck, and he managed

elbow hit

ankle immediately broke, and the medics jumped into

the news that his bones had damaged the nerves

him to walk somewhat normally with the support of a cane, but that was it. There was nothing more they could

Alex's career was over.

his life, Alex fell to the lowest

his three fights, but he basically wasted all of it in a drunken haze of destruction over the next

His life was over.

There was nothing anymore.

Alex finally realized that he had to stop being such a pussy. One year was

to save up some money

Alex was 22 years old, and he was working in

his past was filled with incredible highs, and even though he fell into the lowest low, Alex was still young, and he knew that he could still make something of his life. He only had to

and everything would turn for

around 10 pm. It was already dark out, but the streets were well lit. After all, Alex lived and worked in

out of the grocery store, his nose wrinkled. No matter how long he had lived here, he simply couldn't get used to

low-income families, and the state of the streets reflected

old newspapers, old

was a common sight

walked home. His home was barely a kilometer away, a

as possible. Additionally,

Alex stopped as he looked at a couple of cigarette

bin

he thought.

He hated these people that treated the streets as their own toilet, but he didn't hate them enough

sound of a

wasn't the usual sound

was very loud, high-pitched, painful, and desperate. Obviously,

this city, but that

dog and found it in a

could barely be seen at the

Blood.

Bone.

the dog. Both of its hindlegs were severely broken.

was in

not. He didn't have a pet, but he also didn't hate animals. It was nice to look at and interact with them, but he didn't want to bear

top of that,

saw the broken legs, he got reminded of his own injury. A slight pain came from his ankle as the scene of being rushed into the hospital

end,

bring you to a vet, but

the dog. The dog didn't move and only continued crying in pain as

"Don't move!"

as the familiar feeling of adrenaline rushing through

a knife at

but he calmed down somewhat when he

'A robbery,' Alex thought.

had only been in panic for two seconds, but

Yet, Alex didn't attack.

opponent first. Otherwise, mistakes were bound to

Alex's pocket, Alex slightly glanced at the robber. He wore a black hoody and black sweatpants. It was hard to make out his facial

the arm that held

with so much force that his arm is shaking, and the knife is also not directly touching my neck.

noted the appearance and condition of

dog to lure me into this alleyway. A clever

a slight smirk

chose the wrong

BANG!

robber. At the

disoriented. It was never a good feeling to butt

in just as much pain, but as a former fighter, he could still make