Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang opened his eyes deep in the night. Due to the Day of Chaos, Shang had decided to sleep again.

The last couple of days had already been a pain. The bloodied face had returned from time to time in the last couple of days. It wasn't nearly as bad as back then, but it was still very noticeable.

The last night had been horrible. Just like before, Shang felt his entire world break down as he tried to sleep. Everything had appeared hopeless and senseless.

But, eventually, Shang managed to go to sleep.

He wasn't sure what he had dreamt about, but he was pretty sure that he had dreamt of something bad.

Why?

Because Shang found spots of blood on his bed.

He guessed that he had probably scratched himself bloody during his sleep, and due to his high tolerance for pain, he didn't even wake up.

However, as a new day began, Shang felt much better.

Last night, he had felt horrible, which stood in stark contrast to how Shang felt right now.

He was alert and full of energy.

Shang stood up, showered, and shaved.

After getting dressed, Shang looked at his bed.

It was filled with dried blood, and it smelled quite badly.

He had done that.

'Moment of weakness,' Shang thought. 'I have to get used to the crueler side of the world. The more used I get to everything, the easier my life will become.'

Shang kept looking at the bloodstains.

To him, it felt like he was leaving his old self behind.

Shang dissociated from his past self last night.

"Well, doesn't matter. Let's go," Shang said to Sword.

Yes, that was the name of Shang's sword, Sword.

After they had trained a couple of times, Shang had found out that he didn't know Sword's name, which was why he had asked.

Sword simply said that it was a sword, and it wanted to be called as such.

Shang had asked why Sword didn't want a unique name.

Sword's answer was that its name would eventually be unique.

One day, if someone said the word sword, they would think of Sword.

It was not a sword.

It was the Sword!

called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but

the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang

There were about 50.

best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding

were the best when it came to using

were the best

there was one

of the 50

nearly a

academy, but nearly all

quickly

Vice-Dean had said that he had five spots and that he

Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or

the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new.

of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

since the Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was the reason why

that moment, Shang realized

rarely visit other

almost like they are completely separate from the

techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are basically like

now, they are the most numerous

but as he saw so many red uniforms,

academy put special focus

like they were the most important

"Shang?"

Astor, who looked at

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?" Astor

took out the token he had received and showed it to

looked with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

he also

very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker than the other

to get an emblem, one needed to be among the

but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

Battle-Strength was very weak, and he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing

did Shang manage

hidden progeny of a

was the son of

anyone unless the other side could be a threat

Mages were

as surprised as