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

God was obviously talking

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

saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or

he would have advanced

this warrior came too early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming his body

even if he is still working on it,

silent for a

there really no way?" he

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

strengthen your body. Back when warriors were still powerful, they

looked at the jester. "Are there any left in the

everything. You won't find a single inheritance regarding physical fighters in the

said, there are

duty to find them," the jester said

as he just took

Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him

is a way, all

his grip on

ready for the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

wheels began to

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical

and looked at the jester again. "You don't count

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

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress?

SHING!

that moment,

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

second, Shang thought that this was a barbarian, but he knew that wouldn't make any

wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant

They were neither warriors nor

person in front of Shang was probably some kind

their own,

warrior would be among the more powerful

jester lifted his hammer and struck the

DING!

his eyes and looked at Shang

sword to the side, creating a screeching noise by cutting the wind

movements had been incredibly

warrior entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

also exploded

two of them charged at each

sword seemed to bend in the air and