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.

it wanted to watch, it

just didn't

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

showering, he

an indent in the spot he

that this indent had appeared when he had remained on that exact same

looked towards the ground

Silence.

sure what he

sure what he was

was he even

if such a minor incident as

he couldn't

Silence.

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

felt alien and

his bed, he felt like something was pressing

he had run from

everything around him could kill

was nothing inside his room, but he still felt like he wasn't

so long that it

of beast could suddenly assault him. Because of that, he

he

Shang didn't feel

with stress, and it became impossible to just

his bed, one scene after the other

remembered how he

He remembered his exam.

remembered his run-in

the Caterpillar

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

his first hunt in the

the Storm Eagle

the General Stage

remembered how he had survived the sudden attack of another Vanishing Snake just due

his run-in with

run-in with

The students…

felt like he had fallen into

They were just kids.

they wanted to steal from him, but

up would have been

needed to go

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

But that third student.

of

was only a

of severed flesh were seemingly swimming

up as it tried to

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed throughout Shang's

deep terror, and he had even shouted for

Shang

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

worst part was that Shang didn't want

this world,

kindness were akin

wanted to survive and become powerful in this world, he would need

get rid

feelings