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 watch, it

just didn't care

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

showering, he sat

an indent in the spot he had just sat down

when he had remained on that exact

only looked towards the ground

Silence.

wasn't sure what he was

sure what

he even

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

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

Silence.

slumped over until he lay

alien and

bed, he felt like

similar to the time he

everything around him

that there was nothing inside his room, but he

for so long that it

beast could suddenly assault him. Because of that,

he

didn't feel

mind was taut with stress, and it became

his bed, one scene after the other

remembered how he

He remembered his exam.

his run-in with

the

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

remembered his first hunt in the Wild

meeting the

the

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

run-in with the

run-in with the

The students…

Shang's mind replayed that scene, he felt like

They were just kids.

wanted to steal from him, but they were just

up would have been

needed to go

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

But that third student.

image of the

be was only a pool

of severed flesh were seemingly swimming around

up as

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

echoed throughout

deep terror, and he had even shouted for

Shang

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

was that Shang didn't

world,

and kindness were akin

in this world, he would need to kill off

get rid of

his feelings didn't