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."

he will never reach the Fifth Realm. His Path is just

deep breath

was obviously

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

added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts,

have advanced immediately, wasting

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

and even if he is still working on it, there are no

remained silent for

really no way?"

designed this world to always have a way.

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 on this

jester. "Are there any left

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

I've said,

to find them," the

as he just took a

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

a way, all hope

grip on

the

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began

Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical

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

on my power. Also, your progress pleases

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly, I don't

SHING!

moment,

leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes

second, Shang thought that this was a barbarian,

carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant and long

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

of Shang was probably some kind of

lived on their own,

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

jester lifted his hammer and

DING!

opened his eyes and looked at Shang with

creating

movements had

warrior entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

his right eye and also

each other,

in the air and move