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?'

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

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

the teacher for a bit and then back at the paper with

Shang simply accepted the reality that is a pen in

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

other teachers entered the hall. They greeted the first teacher and sat down

the other one was an old man with grey hair. The

first teacher asked the young

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

Stage for a long time. Going to the Canyon

the edges of the

Viera. "Do you want me to accompany you

accompany me, there won't be any danger at all," Viera said with a slight chuckle. "That

you're certain that you're doing the right thing, go ahead. Just tell me when you plan

cute, Soran. Sometimes, I think you're

out his forms, Shang threw a covert

higher voice, many chuckles, constant

toying with men, or she has

a stern glance at Shang. "What are

Viera in

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

cower back at her admonishment and apologize, but Shang had only answered in a

he's not buying your

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

going to jump back after your outburst. He has seen your sweet side now, which makes your angry side not

face became red at being called out. "Mervin! Stop saying random stuff! If there are rumors being spread on the school property tomorrow, it's your

for months at this point. The only reason