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."

he will never reach the Fifth

deep breath when he

obviously talking about

of someone far more powerful than him, the

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

would have advanced immediately, wasting his

born just fifty years later, he

if he is still working on

silent for a

there really no way?" he

with a laugh. "I designed this world to always have a way. The different ways

call the Procedure is 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 pill would work on

jester. "Are

find a single inheritance regarding physical

said, there

your duty to find them," the jester said with a

remained silent as he

repay Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him

there is a way,

his grip on his

ready for the

The jester didn't answer.

wheels began

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

jester again. "You don't count the last fight as cheating,

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

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress? Honestly,

SHING!

moment,

older man wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly,

was a barbarian, but he knew that

the man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon

barbarians basically didn't qualify as opponents in this trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse

meant that the person in front of Shang was probably some kind

on their own, only working on their

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

his hammer and

DING!

opened his eyes and

to the side, creating a

had been

warrior entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

and also exploded forward with an Ice

at each other, and Shang readied his

bend in the