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

took a deep breath when he heard

God was obviously talking about

powerful than him, the Dean would never reach the Fifth

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

your predecessor, he would have advanced immediately,

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

Path, and even if he is still working

remained silent

really no way?"

jester smirked. "There is always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to always have a way. The different ways just have

call the Procedure is only one of many ways to strengthen your body. Back when warriors were still powerful,

"Are

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

as I've said,

duty to find them," the

remained silent as he just

Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him

long as there is a way,

grip

ready for the

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to spin

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical

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

on my power. Also, your progress pleases me,

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly, I

SHING!

that moment, Shang's opponent

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

was a barbarian, but

wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an

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

of Shang was probably some

that lived on their own, only working

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

hammer and struck

DING!

his eyes and looked at

to the side, creating a screeching noise by

movements had been

entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

narrowed his right eye and also exploded forward with an Ice

two of them charged at each other, and Shang readied his

seemed to bend in the