Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang released a long sigh.

Going through the trial was always filled with stress. Even though his life wasn't technically on the line here, the continuous fights against stronger and stronger opponents sapped his strength by a lot.

"You got thirteen points in the beast category and ten points in the Mage category," the jester said. "That's a total of 23 points without a warrior category."

"It was definitely the right decision to promote you."

Shang didn't answer.

He knew that his power had grown tremendously, but that didn't just occur naturally.

Shang was 85 years old, and he had spent over 50 years in complete isolation.

About 70% of his life had been nothing but training day in and day out in isolation.

Was it easy to do something like that?

Of course not!

Shang also wanted to take breaks.

He also wanted to do something else.

However, he couldn't allow himself to relax.

His goal was too important to him, and any moment that wasn't spent on getting him to his goal was a waste of time.

"What are the rewards?" Shang asked.

The jester smirked.

SHING!

Three small things appeared above his right hand, and Shang looked at them.

One was a small set of armor.

One was a small book.

One was a big question mark.

"I have three things to choose from. You may only take one," the jester said.

At that moment, the little armor floated forward and grew to its normal size.

It looked just like Shang's previous armor.

"The first option: An armor just like your weapon."

Shang took a deep breath as he heard that.

An armor just like Sword?

"So, it regenerates, adapts to my needs, and it grows stronger by giving it ore?" Shang asked.

The jester nodded. "Exactly."

with your armor again, just like with

right

was more

it

had already confirmed that getting better armor was basically impossible in this world, and Shang couldn't possibly focus on also creating

that required decades of research, and Shang couldn't spare

set of armor, he would never have

the armor, any attack that hit Shang would severely injure

get at least two additional lives per battle.

future trials, assuming he managed to advance to the Fifth

Shang was definitely tempted.

next

he wanted to listen to

Shang had expected, and he wanted to know if the other two rewards were just

and returned to the jester's hand

as a baseline for all your

take another

terrifying something like

essentially only a blueprint. It had certain principles inside

Shang's fighting style

Shang the inspiration he needed to theorize

him decades of

task. Shang had to create a path

very possible that Shang wouldn't even reach the Fifth Realm in

would find a way, but he had already taken several incorrect steps before that moment, forever making it

might even be useful

future, the second reward would increase Shang's

was useful forever, while the technique might

technique might have given Shang enough inspiration to create something even better, which he

were terrifyingly

want to give up either of them since

third?" Shang

book returned to the jester's hand, and the question mark

you what it is," the

it? You know me. I would much rather take something that will certainly benefit me than take

grinned. "I'm

an

mark. "Long ago, someone created this thing. Then, they sacrificed

so that, one day, this thing

that

glanced at the jester. "Does

chuckled. "In a way, it does," he said as he looked at Shang. "Fate is my

influence your will?" Shang

not," the jester said with a laugh. "There is no one that can influence my will. This thing is in my

silent for a while.

said with

that person know

"No."

it be useful for

I still believe in fair rewards. It will definitely be useful to

is, is it more

question mark floated back to the jester's

only offering it because I like to tempt fate,