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!

end, Shang accepted that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to

the academy. It was still dark, but Shang

There were about 50.

50 students represented the best of the best in each

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory

best when it

the best

there was one very

the 50

nearly

were barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all

quickly

had five spots and that he could only take five people of the Advanced

wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What

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

several students of the

spots per grade, he was the reason

that moment, Shang

amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the

almost like they are completely separate from the other

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

they are the most numerous students

he saw so

special focus on the

was like they were the

"Shang?"

who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

had received and showed it to Astor.

shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well of Shang's

was so young, he was also far weaker than the other

one needed to be

also knew that Shang definitely

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 have been

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing about the

did Shang manage

actually some hidden progeny of a foreign

was the son of the King

Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a

True Mages were no

surprised as you,"