Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang only looked at his bed for several seconds.

By now, Shang could feel tiredness envelop his mind. His eyelids were becoming heavy, and he felt his mind become distracted by random thoughts.

The bloodied face returned again.

But this time, Shang didn't push it away.

It felt too troublesome.

When was the last time he had slept?

Shang had no idea, but he guessed that it had been some time during his journey to Warrior's Paradise.

As someone from Earth, Shang was used to sleeping every single day.

Because of that, the last two or three weeks felt like one single long day to Shang.

During the morning, he had arrived in Warrior's Paradise.

During noon, he had trained in the techniques in the booklet.

During the afternoon, he had met his class, and he had gone hunting.

During the evening, Shang had nearly killed three kids.

And during the night, he had gone out to one more hunt.

And now, he was here.

It was one incredibly long day.

So many things had happened.

Shang had unlocked three new parts of his Affinity.

Shang had earned the money to upgrade his weapon.

Shang had killed his first General Stage beast.

Shang had learned a lot about Mages and the Caterpillar Class.

It was so much, and it had all happened over the span of two or three weeks.

Yet, during this moment, Shang felt like everything had happened today.

It felt weird.

Shang slowly pulled off his dirty uniform. He had received several sets of uniforms, but he had only worn two of them.

As Shang's mind slowly went towards the thought of sleeping, out of habit, he started walking over to the bucket.

Then, he held it above his head and tilted it.

Water quickly came out of the bucket, washing all over his body.

When was the last time Shang had showered?

Some time this week? Last week?

The silent and dark room seemingly reflected Shang's emotions.

It felt empty.

It felt like he had hit a low point in his life.

The bloodied face kept watching him.

Shang didn't bother with it.

wanted to

just didn't

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

he sat down

an indent in the spot

he had remained on that exact same spot

the

Silence.

sure what he was thinking

what

he

point of becoming more powerful if such a minor incident as the run-in with the

that he couldn't

Silence.

some minutes, Shang slowly slumped over until he lay on his bed for

felt alien and strange to

his bed, he felt like

to the time he had run from that one General Stage

around

his room, but he still felt like he wasn't

the wilderness for so long that it became impossible to completely

could suddenly assault him. Because of that, he had to

here, he was

Shang didn't feel

was taut with stress, and it became impossible to

bed, one scene

remembered how

He remembered his exam.

his run-in with Stars

the

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

his first hunt in

remembered meeting the

remembered killing the General Stage

the sudden attack of another Vanishing Snake

run-in with

run-in with the other

The students…

replayed that scene, he felt like he had fallen into a

They were just kids.

to steal from him, but

them up would

to go that

with the first two students. After all, his interaction with them had

But that third student.

of the

should be was only a pool of

flesh were seemingly

kept popping up as

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed throughout

terror, and he had even shouted for

replayed in full, Shang felt

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

part was that Shang didn't want to feel these

world, cruelty

were akin

become powerful in this world, he would need to kill off his

to get rid of

his feelings