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

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

to breathe heavily as his mind struggled to come

was he supposed

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter

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

so much stress in his

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds had passed

kept focusing on the

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his eye looked

3.

BOOOOOM!

came out of Shang's

Shang had chosen death.

mind halted

And waited.

And waited.

began to

head was scattered over

know where he was or what he

Why wasn't he dead?

he began to sweep up all the different

was feeling

wrap his mind around

up all of the fragments of

put both his hands in the bucket and kneaded them like

seconds later, the jester lifted a brand-new head out

thing was

had his second eye

jester only looked into

to die under

Shang didn't answer.

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

you into

I can recreate

make a

pulled the head closer to his

I want to,

Shang didn't answer.

had never felt this

deep fear and pain appeared

this moment, Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

his face and

'Hand?'

noticed that his body

felt like he had gained a new

the jester said as he jumped

you are supposed to make this world fun, and

you might decide that you don't

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