Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang took a deep breath and walked over to the table.

Then, he pulled down the upper part of his uniform and lay down on the icy table.

From the table, Shang saw the Dean walk over to the thing lying in the room. Shang wasn't entirely sure how the thing had suddenly lost consciousness again, but this had probably been Duke Whirlwind's work.

The Dean put the thing onto the table beside Shang. The table was easily big enough.

"Keep it unconscious," the Dean said.

"No worries," Duke Whirlwind answered from the side.

From now on, Shang couldn't see the Dean anymore since he was lying face-down on the table.

"I will create the cut now. Are you prepared, Shang?" the Dean asked.

"Go ahead," Shang said.

Meanwhile, Shang took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.

Shang didn't see it, but the Dean took out a shining black knife, which seemed to be made of something like obsidian.

Then, the Dean put the tip of the blade on Shang's neck.

Shang felt the coldness of the blade, and his heart began to beat faster.

And then, the blade went into Shang's body.

The cut was slow and deliberate, careful not to injure the bone.

Shang felt the searing pain of a cut slowly opening above his spine.

Luckily, he could deal with something like that. It wasn't even as bad as his destroyed left arm.

On the side, Mattheo cringed in pain.

He had no idea how Shang could take something like that.

After some seconds, the Dean pulled the knife away.

There was now a cut going all the way from Shang's neck to his behind.

The Dean put his hands into the open wound and pulled it to the side.

Not many people had the luxury of seeing a human essentially being skinned. The skin and the muscles offered a lot of resistance, but the Dean's power was far beyond their ability to resist.

Shang took a deep breath through his gritted teeth.

This was way worse than the cut!

His flesh was being pulled from his very bones!

"Soran," the Dean said.

Shang heard a couple of steps and then felt a slight burning feeling coming from his back.

"Soran is using his Wind Mana to stop your flesh and skin from regenerating," the Dean emotionlessly said. "Anything that regrows will be cut away."

"How is the pain?" the Dean asked.

Shang answered, but

have done way worse than you up to now.

ahead," Shang said with a

Dean put the knife away

Shang didn't see it.

put his spear on

quick but very painful," the

breath and gritted

Then, his head nodded.

the Dean's spear began to rotate like

CRRRRRRK!

had drilled a hole into Shang's neck, and

single nerve in Shang's entire body

his body sent the most painful signals of pain they

breathing as

Was this even pain?

It felt so unfamiliar.

like this wasn't

a feeling of

pain coming from his entire body, even though all his nerves had

instincts were to

someone got their neck broken,

overloaded with everything

until he could feel their splinters with

were

Shang couldn't breathe

survive over ten minutes without air. Don't panic," the Dean said evenly. "The procedure will

barely registered

one has managed to come this far before. You won't feel what I'm doing back

to wait and

Dean's voice, but he had understood

just have to wait and

'Wait and survive!'

'Wait and survive!'

is one

second I think to myself is another second that

minutes are only 600 seconds! Every six seconds is already one percent of the time

every trick to keep himself alive and

only had

Only wait!

alive, he heard the most disgusting sound

It sounded slimy.

ear to a tube of toothpaste being

without context wasn't disgusting, but with the context, Shang

even hurl right

was the sound of his viscous bone marrow being

the sound going through his entire body, and his vision

sound was almost worse than

the Dean said after

from within his range of vision as

heard several squelching

seconds later,

is healing too quickly, and

lost his concentration, and his Mana was rushing towards

he strained his mind

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