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.

to watch,

didn't

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

was done showering, he sat down

an indent in the spot he had

had remained on that exact same

the ground in

Silence.

wasn't sure what he was thinking

sure what he was

he

powerful if such a minor incident as

he really so weak that he couldn't even get

Silence.

over until he lay on his bed for the first

and

he felt

similar to the time he had run from that one

everything around him could kill

that there was nothing inside his room, but he still felt

in the wilderness for so long that it became impossible

could suddenly assault him. Because

he

didn't feel

was taut with stress, and it became impossible to just

his bed, one

remembered how he

He remembered his exam.

run-in with

remembered the Caterpillar

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

remembered his first hunt in the

remembered meeting the Storm

remembered killing the General Stage

of another Vanishing Snake just due to sheer luck and

his run-in with the other

with

The students…

mind replayed that scene, he felt

They were just kids.

to steal from him,

would

needed to go

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

But that third student.

image of

was only

of severed flesh were seemingly swimming around

popping up as

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed throughout

terror, and he had even

replayed in full, Shang felt

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

the worst part was that Shang didn't want to

this world, cruelty

were akin

he wanted to survive and become powerful in this world,

had to get rid

feelings didn't