Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang remained silent for a while.

'So, this is the next question I have asked.'

'I think it makes sense that I would ask that question next.'

Shang took a deep breath.

Hearing that this would be Shang's next answer made Shang relax.

The God wouldn't go back on his word if Shang had asked this question as part of one of his three gifts.

This would mean that he would get a serious answer, which is what he needed and wanted.

"So, what now?" Shang asked.

"I don't know," the jester said with a wide grin. "I haven't decided yet."

For some reason, Shang didn't like that answer.

"What do you think I should do?" the jester asked.

There was something up with the God's mood, and Shang had a good guess.

"Send in the next opponent," Shang said.

The jester continued grinning as he slowly spun his hammer.

"Quite a smart answer," the jester said. "But I make the rules, and if I want to change the rules, I can do so."

Shang didn't like that answer.

"You know what?" the jester said as he retreated a bit. "Congratulations! Your results were so great that I won't force you to die! You hate that feeling, right? So, there you go! Well done! You don't have to die!"

As Shang heard that, a cold shudder went down his back.

Shang was currently a cripple.

If he didn't die and resurrect, his body would stay in this state.

What then?

Shang gritted his teeth.

"Do you want to see me kill myself?" Shang asked.

The jester kept spinning the hammer in his hand. "Why don't you try it?"

Shang's mind went wild.

Waiting for death was something else from consciously killing oneself.

"What if I don't resurrect?" Shang asked.

"You're right," the jester said. "You won't be resurrected."

"But why won't you try it anyway? It would be fun to see you kill yourself."

At this moment, Shang felt very similar to the other two times he had been killed in the trial.

However, this time, Shang knew that he wouldn't resurrect.

Then why should he kill himself?!

But then, if the God didn't kill him, how was he supposed to live like this?

What if he refused to kill himself?

The jester just continued spinning his hammer as he watched Shang struggle.

He loved the complexity of the situation.

Both options were an incredible risk.

What would he do?

Several minutes passed.

continued debating

he supposed to

a timer appeared above

with a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be worse

breathe heavily as his mind struggled

he

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

didn't matter what he

started to go down second by second, and Shang's mind began

had never been under so much stress

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

felt like 50 seconds had passed in

kept focusing

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his teeth as his eye

3.

BOOOOOM!

Ice came out of Shang's head,

Shang had chosen death.

Shang's mind halted as he waited

And waited.

And waited.

began

was scattered

was or what he

Why wasn't he dead?

appeared in the jester's hand as he began to sweep

was feeling

mind around what was happening

of the fragments

the jester put both his hands in the

lifted a brand-new head out of the bucket with

thing was different

his second

only looked into

you have the power to

Shang didn't answer.

matter. Your mind doesn't matter," the jester said. "If I

if I turn you into dust, you

die, I can recreate

make a second

head closer to his

want to, I can

Shang didn't answer.

had never felt this powerless in

deep fear and pain

Shang

He couldn't do anything.

now, we can't have that," the jester said. "If you

"Look!"

felt a sting on his face and rubbed it with his

'Hand?'

noticed that his body

moment, Shang felt like he had gained a

chose correctly," the jester said

you. Don't forget, you are supposed to make

decide that you don't want to

want my world to be fun. If it