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."

never reach the Fifth Realm. His Path is

breath

God was obviously

than him,

reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he realized that

would have advanced immediately, wasting his

If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming

already condensed his Path, and even if he is still working

remained silent for a

really no way?" he

smirked. "There is always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to always have a way. The different ways just

body. Back when warriors were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve such a powerful body. Such a pill would work on this

jester. "Are there any left

find a single inheritance regarding physical fighters in

as I've said,

duty to find them," the jester said with

as he just took a

the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not been

is a way, all

grip on

for the

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began

Commander Stage warrior,"

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

progress pleases me, and

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress?

SHING!

moment, Shang's

long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of

thought that this was a barbarian,

the man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant and long

trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse than both of

of Shang

on their own, only working

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

lifted his hammer and

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at

his sword to the side, creating a screeching

movements had been incredibly

warrior entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

right eye and also exploded forward with an Ice

of them charged at each other, and Shang readied

the warrior's sword seemed to bend in the air and move to the