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."

reach the Fifth Realm. His Path is just

took a deep breath

obviously talking

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

advancement allowed this other warrior to reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he

your predecessor, he would have advanced immediately,

born just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming his body and become

and even if he is still working on it, there are no fitting beasts for him

remained silent for a

no way?" he

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

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

jester. "Are there any left

find a single inheritance regarding

I've said,

them," the jester said with

as he just took a deep

if the Teacher Mervin

a way,

strengthened his grip on

the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

began to

Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the

that moment, Shang remembered something and looked at the jester again. "You don't

pleases me, and

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress?

SHING!

that moment, Shang's

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

Shang thought that this was a

the man wasn't carrying a

opponents in this trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts,

in front of Shang

their own, only working on their

assumed that some hermit warrior would be among

lifted his hammer and

DING!

his eyes and looked at Shang with narrowed

side, creating a screeching noise by cutting the

movements had been incredibly

entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

and also exploded forward with an

two of them charged at each

sword seemed to bend in the air