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

didn't care

It was unimportant.

It was pointless.

Shang was done showering, he sat

felt an indent in the spot

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

the ground in

Silence.

sure what he was thinking

sure what he

he even

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

he couldn't even get over

Silence.

over until he lay on his

and

his bed, he felt like something was pressing down on

he

around

that there was nothing inside his room, but he still

for so long that it became impossible to

kind of beast could suddenly assault him. Because of that, he had to

he was perfectly

didn't

mind was taut with stress, and it became

Shang continued lying on his bed,

remembered how he

He remembered his exam.

his run-in

remembered the Caterpillar

He remembered Astor.

He remembered Sarah.

his first hunt

remembered meeting the

remembered killing the General Stage Vanishing

of another Vanishing Snake just due

remembered his run-in

with the

The students…

mind replayed that scene, he felt like

They were just kids.

wanted to steal from him, but they

would

to go that

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

But that third student.

image of

be was only

were seemingly

as it

"I'm sorry."

"Help."

"Mommy."

words echoed throughout Shang's

been in deep terror, and he

Shang felt

He felt horrible.

He felt guilty.

was that Shang didn't want to

world, cruelty

kindness were

world, he would need to kill off his

to get rid

feelings