Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang left the fourth floor and went to the second one. Soran had said that Shang would find his room near the beginning of the second floor.

When Shang arrived on the second floor, he saw a long hallway with a lot of doors. Shang guessed that the rooms weren't very big based on how close the doors were to each other.

Shang wasn't quite sure which room was supposed to be his, but he knew that he only needed to test his Emblem on the different rooms. The one that reacted to it would be his.

Shang went to the first door on the right and held his Emblem to it.

Click.

And it unlocked.

Shang was surprised when the very first door unlocked, and he looked at his card. 'Did I just get lucky, or is my card defect?'

Shang went to the room beside it and tried his Emblem.

The door didn't react.

Shang tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Shang nodded. His Emblem wasn't defective, and the very first room was his. He walked back to his room and opened his door.

"What?" someone said with annoyance as they opened the door where Shang had just been at.

Shang looked over and saw a gruff and muscular boy, probably around his age. At least, that was what Shang was assuming. Those muscles made it hard for Shang to associate this boy with a teenager.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure which my room was, so I tested my card on your door," Shang said with as friendly of a tone as he could. For some reason, trying to be friendly felt very tiring to him.

The boy looked over at Shang with an evaluating expression. "I don't know you. Are you new here?" he asked.

Shang nodded. "Special exam. Joined just today," he answered.

"Oh?" the boy commented with surprise. "What class have you been assigned to?"

"The Caterpillar Class."

he frowned. "Welcome to hell, freshwater guppy," the boy said with

eyebrow, but the boy went back into his room

his derisive snort, he probably didn't refer

guy come from the 50s? Who talks

long enough, and life in the academy should be a joke in

Shang entered his room and closed the

his room, he saw

Small.

was a narrow bed with some stuff on it, and the remainder

Literally.

table, no chairs, no drawers, no

to have any distractions. If I were to live here, I would practically be forced into training just

in his room. Finally, he no longer

need to carry all of this stuff with him. He could just leave everything in this room from now

version of a cardboard box that a

had a roof over their head with their

Shang stretched, he looked at all the different stuff

of them green. 'Really, green? Do you have

eight green uniforms, Shang saw eight bronze uniforms,

uniforms, he thought back to this morning. He had seen many students approach the academy with different uniforms. What kind

of them had worn

others

different colors, and Shang wasn't even sure if he had remembered all of

two

the

the teachers wore

heavier than he had anticipated. They probably weighed

was the equivalent of weight a soldier would wear when

this was only a uniform. It didn't even have any special plating or armor on

bit like a fusion between armor and normal clothing while the students had worn

the green uniform

fucking leprechaun?' he thought with a frown when he saw the shoes. 'Wait, are leprechauns even wearing

are these ridiculous shoes?!' he