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

in the spot

this indent had appeared when he had remained on that exact same spot for several days

only looked towards the ground in

Silence.

sure what he was thinking

what he was

he

a minor incident

he really so weak that he couldn't even get over something

Silence.

slumped over until he lay on

and strange

bed, he felt

similar to the time he had run

like everything around

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

had remained in the wilderness for so long that it became impossible to

any kind of beast could suddenly assault him. Because of

he was

Shang didn't

was taut with stress, and it became impossible

his bed, one scene

remembered how he

He remembered his exam.

his run-in

remembered the

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

first hunt

remembered meeting the Storm Eagle

killing the

the sudden attack of another Vanishing Snake just due to

run-in with the other

with the other

The students…

that scene, he felt like he had fallen into a

They were just kids.

they wanted to steal from him, but they were

up would have been

to

still come to terms with the first two students. After all,

But that third student.

image of the bloodied

be was only

severed flesh were seemingly

kept popping up as

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed

in deep terror, and he

replayed in full, Shang felt a

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

was that Shang didn't want

this world, cruelty was

were

wanted to survive and become powerful in this world, he would need to kill off his empathy and

to get rid

his feelings didn't