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

jester said with a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be worse than any choice you can

to breathe heavily as his mind struggled

was he supposed

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

didn't matter what

down second by second, and Shang's mind

so much stress in

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

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!

explosion of Fire and Ice came out of Shang's head, scattering

Shang had chosen death.

mind halted as he

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began

was scattered over multiple

didn't even know where he was or what he was

Why wasn't he dead?

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

was feeling

his mind around what was happening

some seconds, the jester was done with sweeping up all of the fragments of Shang's head and

hands in the bucket and kneaded them like they were

brand-new head out

thing was different about this

had his second

only looked into Shang's eyes with

you think you have the power to die under my watch?" he

Shang didn't answer.

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

into dust, you

you die, I

can make a

the head closer to his

if I want to, I can

Shang didn't answer.

never felt this powerless

pain

Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

that," the jester said. "If you lose all your motivation, watching

"Look!"

his face and rubbed it

'Hand?'

that his body had recovered

he had gained a new lease

jester said as

bit of biting back is fun, but I have use for you. Don't forget, you are supposed

might decide that you don't

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