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

he

a timer

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

breathe heavily as his mind struggled to come up with an

was he supposed

Die?!

But then what?!

Survive?!

But then what?!

matter what he

go down second by second, and Shang's mind

so much stress in his

Die?!

Survive?!

The timer ticked down.

like 50 seconds had passed in a

bloodshot eye kept focusing on the

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

'What do I do?!'

5.

4.

his

3.

BOOOOOM!

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

Shang had chosen death.

halted as he waited for

And waited.

And waited.

Shang began

head was scattered

was or what he was

Why wasn't he dead?

hand as he began to sweep up all the

was feeling right now were

couldn't wrap his mind around what was

the jester was done with sweeping up all of the

the bucket

brand-new head out of

was

now had his

jester only looked into Shang's eyes with a

the power to die under my watch?" he

Shang didn't answer.

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

into

die, I can recreate

a

the head closer to

I want to, I can stop your

Shang didn't answer.

this powerless in his

pain appeared in

Shang truly

He couldn't do anything.

can't have that," the jester said. "If you lose all your motivation, watching you will be

"Look!"

face and rubbed it with

'Hand?'

looked down and noticed that

he

chose correctly," the jester said as he jumped

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

that you don't want

want my world to be fun.