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 just too

took a deep breath

was obviously talking

powerful than him,

"He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he realized

he would have advanced immediately, wasting

fifty years later, he would have a

even if he is still

remained silent for

there really no way?" he

"I designed this world to

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

the jester. "Are

the jester answered. "The Mages destroyed everything. You won't find a single inheritance regarding physical fighters in the

said, there

them," the jester

remained silent as he just took a deep

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

long as there is a way, all hope

strengthened his grip

ready for the next

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to spin

Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

the jester again. "You don't count the last

progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

progress? Honestly,

SHING!

that moment,

wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of

that this was a barbarian, but he

all, the man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but

were neither warriors nor

in front of Shang was

lived on their own, only

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

lifted his hammer and struck

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at Shang with narrowed

sword to the side, creating a screeching noise by cutting

movements had been

warrior entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

and also exploded

them charged at each

in