Sword God in a World of Magic

It took Shang a while to calm down, but there was still a certain feeling of emptiness and regret inside of him.

Yet, this was what he had chosen.

For his goal, any kind of sacrifice was worth it.

Surprisingly, no new opponent had appeared in the last couple of minutes, even though Shang had already "won" against his previous one.

Shang slowly stood up and gripped Sword tightly.

Even if everything else vanished, Sword would be with him until the end.

The two of them didn't need to exchange words to make their feelings known.

"Took you guys long enough," the jester said with a grin.

Shang didn't look over.

"How long have we been training?"

The jester's grin widened.

"Five years."

Silence.

Five years.

They had been training for five full years.

That was so long!

For a second, Shang couldn't believe what he had just heard, but then he remembered how endlessly time had dragged on.

Five years actually made sense.

"And even after five years," Shang said, "I still couldn't beat him fairly."

The jester's grin didn't vanish. "Of course not," he said.

"His kind are the very reason why I sent you guys into my main world in the first place."

Shang looked over at the jester.

"Hardworking geniuses," the God said. "They use whatever they can get and perfect it. Yet, his body is weak. He is one of the very rare true geniuses, but his lack of a powerful body makes it impossible for him to fight any Mage or beast that is not completely worthless."

"The path of the warrior has deteriorated to a degree where mastering the entire thing only makes you equal to the worst Mages in the world."

"It is your duty to expand the warrior's path. Give the geniuses more to master, and they won't disappoint you."

"Your predecessor accepted the first Path he found, not trying to strengthen or widen it."

outside help, he will never reach the Fifth

deep breath when

was obviously talking about the

powerful than him, the Dean would never reach the Fifth

his advancement allowed this other warrior to reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't

would have advanced immediately, wasting

years later, he would have a shot at

even if he is still working on

silent for

really no

smirked. "There is always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to

only one of many ways to strengthen your body. Back when warriors were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve such a powerful body. Such a

"Are there

answered. "The Mages destroyed everything. You won't find a

as I've said, there are

your duty to find them," the jester said

he just

to repay Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not been the

is a

his grip on his

for the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

wheels began

Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

that moment, Shang remembered something and looked at the jester again. "You don't count

rely on my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

I make any progress? Honestly, I

SHING!

that moment, Shang's opponent

hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of fur and

a barbarian, but he knew that wouldn't make

the man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon

this trial. They were neither warriors nor

of Shang was

on their own, only working on their

hermit warrior would be among the more powerful warriors, but this one is apparently

hammer

DING!

and looked

his sword to the side, creating a screeching noise by

movements had been incredibly

warrior entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

and also exploded forward with an

at each other, and Shang readied his

seemed to bend in the air