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

timer appeared above

one minute to decide," the jester said with a laugh. "If the time runs

mind struggled to come up with an

was he supposed

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

didn't matter

go down second by second, and Shang's mind

under so

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

seconds had passed in

kept focusing

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

gritted his teeth as his

3.

BOOOOOM!

came out of Shang's head, scattering it

Shang had chosen death.

halted as

And waited.

And waited.

began to

was scattered over

he was or what he was

Why wasn't he dead?

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

feeling right

couldn't wrap his mind around what was

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

the jester put both his hands in the

lifted a brand-new head out of the

thing was

now had his

looked into Shang's eyes with

you think you have the power to die under

Shang didn't answer.

doesn't matter," the jester

you into

I

a second one

pulled the head closer to

I want to, I can

Shang didn't answer.

felt this

pain

moment, Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

on his face and rubbed it with his

'Hand?'

down and noticed that his

that moment, Shang felt like he had gained

said as he jumped

biting back is fun, but I have use for you. Don't forget, you are supposed to make this world fun, and for that, I

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

be fun. If it isn't fun,