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.

debating with

was he

timer appeared

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

as his mind struggled

he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what

by second, and Shang's mind began

never been under so much stress in

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

felt like 50 seconds had passed in a

eye kept focusing on

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

as his

3.

BOOOOOM!

Fire and Ice came out of Shang's

Shang had chosen death.

Shang's mind halted as he

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began

was scattered

even know where he was or what

Why wasn't he dead?

hand as he began

feeling right

couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening right

jester was done with sweeping up all of the

the bucket and kneaded them like they

the jester lifted a brand-new head out of the

was different about this

his second

only looked into

to die under my watch?"

Shang didn't answer.

matter. Your mind doesn't matter," the jester said. "If I

turn you into dust, you will still

I can recreate

a second one of

jester pulled the head closer

I want to,

Shang didn't answer.

never felt this powerless in

fear and pain appeared

this moment, Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

on his face and rubbed it

'Hand?'

noticed that his

Shang felt like he had gained a new lease

said as

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

disobey me too much, you might decide that you

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

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