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

was he supposed

timer appeared

minute to decide," the jester said with a laugh. "If the

breathe heavily as his mind struggled to

he

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter

down second by second,

been under so much stress in his

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds had

eye kept focusing

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his teeth as his eye looked away

3.

BOOOOOM!

out of Shang's head, scattering it across

Shang had chosen death.

mind halted as

And waited.

And waited.

began to

scattered over multiple

didn't even know where he was

Why wasn't he dead?

jester's hand as he began to sweep up

sensations Shang was feeling

mind around what

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

jester put both his hands in the bucket and kneaded

the jester lifted a brand-new head out of the

was different about

now had his second eye

looked into Shang's eyes with a

power to die under my

Shang didn't answer.

Your mind doesn't matter," the jester

into

I can

a second one of

pulled the head

I want to, I can

Shang didn't answer.

never felt this powerless in his

and pain appeared in Shang's

moment, Shang truly felt

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

on his face

'Hand?'

down and noticed that

he had

the jester said as he

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

decide that you don't want to

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