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 Fifth Realm. His Path is

breath

obviously

more powerful than him, the Dean would never

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

would have advanced

early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a

if he is still working on it, there

remained silent

there really no way?" he

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

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

at the jester. "Are there any left

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

said,

your duty to find them," the

silent as he just took

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

long as there is a way, all hope

strengthened his grip

for the

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began

Peak Commander Stage

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

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

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly, I don't

SHING!

that moment, Shang's

hands, just like Teacher Mervin.

Shang thought that this was a barbarian, but he knew that

carrying a heavy

were neither warriors

in front of Shang was probably

their own, only

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

his hammer

DING!

and looked at Shang with narrowed

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

movements had been incredibly

entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

narrowed his right eye and also exploded forward with an Ice

charged at each other, and Shang readied his

sword seemed to bend in the air and move