Sword God in a World of Magic

Right now, Shang wasn't sure what he should think or feel.

He wanted to say that he was hurt and that he was shocked that Jerald would think that Shang would kill him.

Yet, Jerald's concerns were actually correct.

Why hadn't Shang told him?

Because Shang was afraid.

Not afraid of what Jerald would think of him, but afraid of Jerald killing him.

Shang wanted to tell Jerald, but he wanted to become powerful enough to resist Jerald first.

"I never wanted you to find out," Shang said slowly.

"Well, now I know," Jerald answered with furrowed brows.

After a while, Shang looked to the side. "You are the only friend I have left in this world, and I didn't want everything to break down between us."

"You are willing to do some bad things for your own power, Jerald, but you still have morals, and you care about the greater picture," Shang said. "I was afraid that if you knew about the reality of my Affinity, you would tell the world. I was afraid that you would sacrifice me for the world."

"Is that such a bad trade?" Jerald asked with a deadpan voice.

"Of course it's not a bad trade," Shang said. "Nearly everyone would choose to make that trade. Why would you want to doom millions, if not billions of people, to die early just so a friend of yours can continue on the path to power?"

"And that's why I couldn't tell you. You would do what's right, but what's right is not what I want," Shang said.

Jerald snorted. "Power? For power, you are willing to sacrifice the entire world," he said with some disdain. "You don't even need to die. You could just sit back, create a family, and live your life out in peace."

you want. The only thing

an entire world at stake, you are not even willing to make such a

about yourself, and you will

still uncertain about

confusion, concern, and worry, I only saw hostility and hatred in your eye. You looked at me like you would look

that, he felt a stinging pain coming from his

while, Shang

cold and selfish with this Affinity?" Shang asked. "Working towards my goal means endangering

world. As I become stronger, everyone I care

The more people spend time with me, the more likely they are to

was not the world or your goal. Your choice was actually your life or

great and all, but what point is there to power when

you feel nothing but grey emptiness

the long time you have is wasted on so much training that years pass by like

the horse, Shang! We don't live to

one little sacrifice of not training anymore would not only save millions, if not billions, of people but also allow you to live a happy and

as you don't train,

except for the reason that you want

a narrowed eye. "Everyone else can become powerful, but I'm the only one that's not allowed to?! Do I not have a right to become powerful like everyone

a deep breath. "No, you don't," he said slowly. "Not when it literally risks

when everything around you will turn into a dead

at each other for

greater purpose

Jerald's eyes narrowed.

SHING!

in Shang's right hand, and Shang threw it to the ground

your purpose,"

furrowed his brows as he looked at the long letter Shang had just thrown to