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

a timer appeared above

a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be

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

was he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

didn't matter

by second,

under so much stress in

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds

bloodshot eye kept focusing on the

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

as his eye looked away

3.

BOOOOOM!

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

Shang had chosen death.

halted

And waited.

And waited.

began

was scattered over multiple

know where he was or what

Why wasn't he dead?

began

sensations Shang was feeling right

around what was happening right

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

in the bucket and kneaded them

the jester lifted a brand-new head out of the bucket

one thing was different about this

his second

only looked into Shang's eyes with a

to die under my watch?" he

Shang didn't answer.

matter," the jester said.

you into

you die, I can

a second one

jester pulled the head closer to

if I want to, I can stop your

Shang didn't answer.

felt this powerless in

fear and pain appeared

moment, Shang

He couldn't do anything.

have that," the jester said. "If you lose

"Look!"

his face and rubbed it

'Hand?'

and noticed that his body had recovered

Shang felt like he had

said as

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

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

fun. If