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

was he

a timer appeared above

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

his mind struggled to come up with

was he

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what he

started to go down second by second,

so much

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds had passed

kept focusing on the

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his teeth as his eye looked

3.

BOOOOOM!

out of Shang's head, scattering it

Shang had chosen death.

in Shang's mind halted

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began to

head was scattered over

know where he was

Why wasn't he dead?

as he began to

Shang was feeling right now

couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening right

of the

the bucket and kneaded them like they were

lifted a brand-new head out of the bucket with

one thing was

now had his second eye

jester only looked into Shang's

think you have the power to die

Shang didn't answer.

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

you into dust, you will

I can recreate

a second

pulled the head closer to

I want to, I can

Shang didn't answer.

had never felt this

deep fear and pain

Shang truly felt

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

felt a sting on his face and rubbed it with his

'Hand?'

looked down and noticed that his body had recovered

Shang felt like he

said as he jumped away from

but I have use for you. Don't forget, you are supposed to make this world fun, and for that, I need more stuff. Only

much, you might decide that you don't want to help the warrior's

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