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.

debating with

was he supposed

a timer

to decide," the jester said with a laugh. "If the time runs out, your

mind struggled

was he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what he

go down second by second, and Shang's mind

never been under so much stress in his

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

seconds had passed in

bloodshot eye kept focusing on

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

as his eye looked away

3.

BOOOOOM!

out of

Shang had chosen death.

in Shang's mind halted

And waited.

And waited.

began

was scattered over

was or what he was

Why wasn't he dead?

began to

was feeling right now were

couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening right

some seconds, the jester was done with sweeping up all of the fragments

jester put both his hands in the bucket

brand-new head out of the bucket with a

was different about this

his second

jester only looked into

think you have the power to die under my watch?" he

Shang didn't answer.

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

turn you into

die, I can

make a second

pulled the head

to,

Shang didn't answer.

this powerless in his

deep fear and pain appeared in Shang's

Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

"If you lose all your motivation,

"Look!"

felt a sting on his face and

'Hand?'

noticed that his body had

moment, Shang felt like he had

jester said as he jumped

you. Don't forget, you are supposed to make this world fun, and

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

my world to be fun.