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

deep breath when

God was obviously talking

far more powerful than him,

added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the

he would have advanced immediately,

warrior came too early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a shot

even if he is still working on it,

silent

really no way?"

"I designed this world to

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

the jester. "Are there any left in the

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

I've said,

to find them," the jester said with a

remained silent as he just

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

long as there is a way, all hope

grip on his

ready for the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to

Stage warrior," the

jester

Also, your progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish you for

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress? Honestly, I

SHING!

moment,

leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin.

a barbarian,

man wasn't carrying a heavy

trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse than both of

in front of Shang was probably some kind of

on their own, only working on their

assumed that some hermit warrior would be among

lifted his hammer

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at

he swung his sword to the side, creating a

movements had

entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

narrowed his right eye and also

each other,

seemed to bend in