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!

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

left his room and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

best in theory regarding one of

the best when

the best students in

there was one very

50 students wore

was nearly

academy, but nearly all of

quickly

spots and that he could only take five people of

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

here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be able to understand

there were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

he was the reason why there were

moment, Shang realized

rarely visit other lessons.

completely

but we still mingle with other students

are the most numerous students

he saw so

academy put special focus on

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?" Astor

token he had received and showed it to Astor.

looked with shock and

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well of

was very young, but since he was so young, he was

one

he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the

how did Shang

actually some hidden progeny of a foreign

son of the King

any exceptions for anyone unless

True Mages were

as surprised as you," Shang