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, it

just didn't care

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

Shang was done showering, he sat down on

an indent in the spot he had just sat

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

towards the ground in

Silence.

sure what

what he was

he even

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

that he couldn't even get over something

Silence.

over until he lay

and strange

bed, he

time he had run from that one General

like everything around him

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

for so long that it became impossible

suddenly assault

here, he was perfectly

didn't feel

taut with stress, and it became impossible

on his bed, one scene

remembered how

He remembered his exam.

run-in with

the Caterpillar

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

first hunt

remembered meeting the

the

had survived the sudden attack of another Vanishing Snake just

remembered his run-in

with the

The students…

felt

They were just kids.

from him, but they were

them up would have

to go that

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

But that third student.

image of the bloodied

face should be was only a pool

flesh were seemingly swimming around inside

up as

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed throughout

terror, and

scene replayed in full, Shang felt

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

was that Shang didn't want

this world, cruelty

kindness were akin to

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

to get

his feelings