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 with

he

timer appeared above

getting bored. You have one minute to decide," the jester said with a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be

to breathe heavily as his mind struggled to

was he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

didn't matter what he

timer started to go down second by

so

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

felt like 50 seconds had passed in

kept focusing on

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his eye looked away

3.

BOOOOOM!

came out of Shang's head, scattering it across the

Shang had chosen death.

halted as he waited for

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began to

head was scattered

was or what he was

Why wasn't he dead?

as he began

sensations Shang was feeling

wrap his mind around what was happening

some seconds, the jester was done with sweeping up all of

jester put both his hands in the bucket and kneaded them like they were

brand-new head out of the

one thing was different about this

had his second eye

into Shang's eyes with a

to die under my watch?" he asked

Shang didn't answer.

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

into dust, you

you die, I

a second one of

the head closer to his

want to, I can stop

Shang didn't answer.

never felt this powerless in his

and pain appeared

moment, Shang truly felt

He couldn't do anything.

that," the jester said. "If you

"Look!"

his face and rubbed it with his

'Hand?'

that

moment, Shang felt like he had gained a new

jester said as he

are supposed to make this world fun, and for

you might decide that you

my world to be fun. If it isn't fun, I