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

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

to breathe heavily as his mind

he

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter

timer started to go down second by second, and Shang's

been under so much stress

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

felt like 50 seconds had passed in a

bloodshot eye kept focusing

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

teeth as his eye looked away from

3.

BOOOOOM!

explosion of Fire and Ice came out of

Shang had chosen death.

halted

And waited.

And waited.

began

was scattered over multiple

even know where he was or

Why wasn't he dead?

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

feeling right now were

his mind around what

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

the bucket and kneaded them like they were

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

was

his second

only looked into Shang's eyes with a

to

Shang didn't answer.

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

into dust, you will still

die, I can

a

head closer to

I want to,

Shang didn't answer.

this

and pain appeared in Shang's

moment, Shang

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

felt a sting on his face

'Hand?'

that his

that moment, Shang felt like he

jester said as he

are supposed to make this world fun, and for that, I need more stuff. Only Mages are

you might decide that you

be fun. If it isn't fun, I