Sword God in a World of Magic

After a while of walking, the two of them entered the academy.

The building itself looked like a typical school, just more… royal?

There were plenty of designs and edges that reminded Shang of the Baroque period on Earth. The building simply looked very old but very expensive.

However, the feeling that the building was old came from Shang's perception when he had been on Earth. After all, all of the buildings that looked like that were old. Yet, the building Shang was currently in looked to be rather new, and it was in top condition.

The halls were grand, and Shang could see many weapons hanging from the walls. Shang's sword was shaking on his back due to all the powerful ore around him. Luckily, Shang's cloak hid his sword's shaking.

Shang followed the teacher up some stairs, and after going down a long corridor, the two entered a hall.

The hall wasn't very big, but it also wasn't small. It was around ten by ten meters. A large table with a couple of chairs surrounding it was at the edge of the hall, making the layout of the hall a bit awkward. Having the table in the middle felt more natural.

"Take a seat. I'll call the two other people," the teacher explained as he took out a small crystal from his Space Ring. "We need three people for an official exam."

The teacher spoke a couple of words into his crystal and put it away again. After that, the teacher walked over to a drawer on the side and took out some papers.

The teacher put the papers in front of Shang. "You know how to read and write?" he asked.

For a second, Shang thought that this question was ridiculous, but he remembered that he was in a different world now. Being able to read and write probably wasn't common.

"I can," Shang said as he looked at the papers in front of him.

Forms.

'I thought I got rid of all that bureaucracy when I left Earth,' Shang thought with annoyance.

Shang quickly took the pen-

'A pen?' Shang suddenly thought as he looked at the pen in his hand. 'Shouldn't I get a quill and inkwell?'

pen. The pen looked like a crudely made ballpoint pen, which

A ballpoint pen?

In this world?

need an inkwell to write," the teacher said, pointing at the pen. "That's what we call a pen. It has an integrated inkwell. You only need to press down

the teacher for a bit and then back at the paper

reality that is a pen in a world

questions on the form. The questions were very basic. Shang was asked about his name, family, knowledge, combat style,

teachers entered the hall. They greeted

of them was a young woman with fiery red hair, while the other one was an old man with grey hair. The woman was probably in her twenties, while

what are you doing here?" the first teacher asked

Viera said with a smile. "I want to enter the Canyon on the

furrowed his brows. "Are you certain? You haven't been in the Commander Stage

Hunting Commander Stage beasts at the edges of the Wasteland isn't exciting anymore. I feel like I'm going to lose

uncertainty at Viera. "Do you want me

you accompany me, there won't be any danger at all," Viera said with a

you're certain that you're doing the right thing, go

a bit. "Aww, you're cute, Soran.

his forms, Shang threw a covert glance

by her, higher voice, many

toying with men, or

Viera shot a stern glance at Shang. "What are you looking

Viera in the

at the source of distraction," Shang said evenly before going back to filling out his form as if nothing

was taken aback by Shang's words

and apologize, but Shang had only answered

not buying

looked at the third teacher, the old man, with an angry gaze. "Do you have to word it so

"You acted all flirtatious in front of him. Of course he's not going to jump back after your outburst. He has seen your sweet side now, which makes your angry side not

called out. "Mervin! Stop saying random stuff! If

The only reason why