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

was he supposed to

timer appeared

a laugh. "If the time runs out, your outcome will be

to breathe heavily as his mind struggled to come up with

he supposed to

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what he

timer started to go down second by

under so much stress

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

felt like 50 seconds had passed in a

eye kept

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his teeth as his eye looked away

3.

BOOOOOM!

and Ice came out of

Shang had chosen death.

Shang's mind halted as he waited

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began

was scattered

didn't even know where he was or

Why wasn't he dead?

as he began to sweep up all the

feeling right now

mind around what

sweeping up all of the fragments of Shang's head and dumped them in

hands in the bucket

jester lifted a brand-new head out of the

one thing was different

had his second eye

jester only looked into

the power to die under

Shang didn't answer.

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

I turn you into

you die, I can recreate

can make a second one of

the head closer to his

to,

Shang didn't answer.

this powerless in his

pain

Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

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

"Look!"

face

'Hand?'

noticed that his body had recovered

felt like he had gained a

jester said as he

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

decide that you don't want

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