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

deep breath when

obviously talking

powerful than him, the Dean would never reach

warrior to reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages

he would have

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

his Path, and even if he is still working on it, there

remained silent

no way?" he

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

when warriors were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill

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

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

as I've said, there

to find them," the

as he

if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not

is a way, all hope is not

grip on

ready for the next fight,"

The jester didn't answer.

began

Stage warrior," the

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

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

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress?

SHING!

that moment, Shang's

sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of fur and no

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

carrying a heavy weapon but an

They were neither warriors nor

of Shang was probably some kind

on their own,

hermit warrior would be among the more powerful warriors, but this one

his hammer and struck

DING!

opened his eyes and looked at

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

movements had

warrior entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

eye and also exploded forward with an Ice

two of them charged at each other, and Shang

seemed to bend in