Sword God in a World of Magic

For a while, the older man couldn't wrap his mind around what he was looking at.

It was the silhouette of a tall and thin man wearing long and old white robes.

There were several loose strands on the old robe, and it looked extremely old, almost ancient.

The white of the robes was so stark that they almost seemed ethereal as they moved slightly in the wind.

Even more, the man wearing the robes was standing on the road with his bare feet, which also seemed far too white to be from someone that walked around with bare feet.

The hair of the man was extremely long and pitch black, heavily contrasting his stark white robes. His hair was so long that it even reached his legs.

But the most shocking thing was his face.

Several pure white bandages surrounded the upper half of his face, completely hiding his eyes. Only his nose, mouth, and hair were visible.

And his expression was scarily neutral. It was almost like the older man was looking at a statue instead of a living human.

Lastly, his aura was… haunting.

As the older man tried to feel the aura of the silhouette on the road, he felt like he was trying to lean on air.

It was like this person didn't have an aura!

By all intents and purposes, this man looked and felt more like an illusion or a ghost than a person.

The older man's mind shot through several scenarios and possible explanations.

But his thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly had to take a deep breath.

The distant "face" of the person had suddenly appeared right in front of him!

Then, the older man couldn't think anymore.

A bloody hole had appeared on his forehead, and his corpse fell to the ground.

At the same time, the surroundings of the corpse were warping and transforming, and an instant later, the older man reappeared on the spot with a bored look.

Everything had happened so fast that no one would have noticed all of this unless they had already been looking at the older man.

Of course, the older man that had reappeared wasn't the real one.

an illusion created with

feeling some Mana fluctuations, but they looked away

of concern happening

of the Spirit Senses noticed the ghostly figure

This was Shang.

least what he

have any particular thoughts while doing

This was just routine.

in life was to become more powerful, and everything he was doing right now

his power

of jobs for people with no care

the barrier and walked

made of metal and

BZZT! BZZT!

and a second later, a hole opened up in

hole, put a second medal onto the inside of the barrier, grabbed the

close with him outside. Because

medal, the hole behind Shang closed, locking him

only

wide and majestic path toward

closer, the castle took up more and more of his world until it looked like

five kilometers tall and 15 kilometers

many castles in his life, but this

of minutes, Shang reached the entrance of

was no one outside the castle and no one guarding the

like there was

knocked

couple of

open, revealing

between Shang and the

the door behind him

had closed the door, and he acted like there was no one

walking through the grand entrance hall

butler walking into the first corridor on the

the actual corpse of

butler stopped in front of the first door

a young

A black afterimage appeared.

second of nothing