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 supposed

timer appeared

to decide," the jester said with a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be

started to breathe heavily as his mind struggled to come up with

was he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what

by second, and Shang's mind began to

been under so

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

seconds had

eye kept

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

as his eye looked

3.

BOOOOOM!

Ice came out of Shang's head, scattering

Shang had chosen death.

halted as he

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began

scattered over multiple

even know where he was or what he

Why wasn't he dead?

in the jester's hand as he began

feeling right now

couldn't wrap his mind around

jester was done with sweeping up all of the

both his hands in the

lifted a brand-new head out

one thing was different about this

now had his second

looked into

have the power to die

Shang didn't answer.

doesn't matter. Your soul doesn't matter. Your mind doesn't matter,"

into dust, you will still

I can

can make a second one of

jester pulled the head closer to

to, I can stop your

Shang didn't answer.

this powerless in his

pain appeared in Shang's

this moment, Shang

He couldn't do anything.

can't have that," the jester said. "If you lose all your

"Look!"

his face and rubbed

'Hand?'

and noticed that his body had recovered

Shang felt like he

correctly," the jester said as he jumped away

Don't forget, you are supposed

you disobey me too much, you might decide that you don't want to help the

be fun. If it isn't