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

a deep breath when

was obviously talking about

aid of someone far more powerful than him, the Dean would never

the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor

would have advanced immediately, wasting his

this warrior came too early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would

is still working on it, there are no

remained silent

there really no way?" he

always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to always have a

strengthen your body. Back when warriors were still

at the jester. "Are there

You won't find

I've said,

find them,"

as he just

if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not been the real

long as there is a way, all hope is not

strengthened his grip on his

for the

The jester didn't answer.

began

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the

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

said. "You didn't rely on my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish you for living up

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly,

SHING!

that moment, Shang's opponent

man wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of fur and no

that this was a barbarian,

carrying a heavy weapon but

this trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they

in front of Shang was probably

lived on their own, only

I assumed that some hermit warrior would be among the more powerful warriors,

his hammer and

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and

he swung his sword to the side, creating

movements had been incredibly

entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

also

them charged at each other,

in the air and