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,

A ballpoint pen?

In this world?

what we call

a bit and

simply accepted the reality that is a pen

the form. The questions were very basic. Shang was asked about his name, family, knowledge, combat style, combat experience, and many other relevant things to his chosen

hall. They

while the other one was an old man with grey hair. The woman was probably in her twenties, while the old man was probably in

teacher asked

later in the day today," Viera said with a smile. "I want to enter the Canyon on

been in the Commander Stage for a

beasts at the edges of the Wasteland isn't exciting

teacher still looked with uncertainty at Viera. "Do you want me

won't be any danger at all," Viera said with a slight

teacher, only looked with a worried expression at Viera. "Well, if you're certain that you're doing the right thing,

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

forms, Shang threw a covert glance at Soran

contact initiated by her, higher voice, many chuckles, constant eye contact,

someone who enjoys toying with men, or she has the hots

glance at Shang. "What are you looking at?" she asked

looked Viera in the

to look at the source of distraction," Shang said evenly before going back to

taken aback by Shang's

cower back at her admonishment and apologize, but Shang

not buying your

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

"You acted all flirtatious in front of him. Of course he's not going to jump

face became red at being called out. "Mervin! Stop saying random stuff! If there are rumors being spread

this point. The only reason