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

was he

a timer

a laugh. "If the time runs out, your

as his mind struggled

he

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what

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

been under so much stress in

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds had passed in

kept focusing on

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

gritted his teeth as his eye looked

3.

BOOOOOM!

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

Shang had chosen death.

in Shang's mind halted as he

And waited.

And waited.

began

scattered over multiple

know where he was or what he

Why wasn't he dead?

as he began to sweep

was feeling right

mind around what was happening

of the fragments of Shang's head and dumped

jester put both his hands in the bucket and kneaded

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

was different about

now had his second eye

into Shang's

you have the power to die under my

Shang didn't answer.

matter," the jester said. "If I

if I turn you into

die, I can recreate

a second one

jester pulled the head closer

want to,

Shang didn't answer.

never felt this powerless

deep fear and pain appeared

moment, Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

his face and

'Hand?'

and noticed that

moment, Shang felt like he had gained a

correctly," the jester said as he jumped away

you. Don't forget, you are

much, you might decide that you don't want to help the warrior's path

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