Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang waited in front of the Isolation Chamber for a while.

Even for him, entering wasn't easy.

He had trained inside the Isolation Chamber three times before, and all three times had been terrifying.

"One month, 24 days, six hours," Shang said.

The Sweeper took a deep breath.

That was three hours more than last time.

Shang had nearly died last time.

"I understand," the Sweeper said.

She wanted to convince Shang not to do something like that. If he didn't stop, he would one day die to his insane training.

However, she remembered how Shang had coldly brushed off her concern earlier, and she decided not to say anything.

Shang approached the Isolation Chamber and stopped near its entrance.

His heart was racing, and his entire being was screaming at him not to enter.

It didn't show on the outside, but deep inside, Shang was terrified.

He was in deep fear.

Eventually, he took a shaky breath and entered.

Then, he sat down in the middle of the Isolation Chamber.

"Do it," he said.

The Sweeper's expression wasn't visible beneath her black cloak, but she was also anxious.

She had gotten to know Shang quite a bit over the past couple of years, and in some sense, she had a lot of respect for his willpower.

She didn't want to see Shang die.

Nevertheless, it was his decision.

The Sweeper only took a deep breath and closed the entrance.

From the outside, it looked like a black plate appeared at the entrance of the huge black cube, which then fused with the walls.

Lastly, the Sweeper activated a couple of Magic Circles, one of which was a reminder to get Shang out.

Then, she only sat down and waited beside the black cube.

Inside the cube, Shang was sitting in silence.

Funnily enough, after the door had actually been closed, Shang's fear and anxiety calmed down somewhat.

There was no way out anymore.

No Mana and no Spirit Sense could exit the Isolation Chamber.

Some of the Magic Circles absorbed all shaking of the Isolation Chamber and kept it in place.

Shang couldn't destroy the Isolation Chamber, and since it was made of Entropy Ore, Shang couldn't even use his Entropy ability to break out. Entropy Ore was immune to the powers of Entropy.

Shang was stuck.

No matter what he did, he would remain in this Isolation Chamber for one month, 24 days, and six hours.

move at

mind almost shut

body entered a deep state

And so, time passed.

the Mana inside the Isolation Chamber was

the very thing that allowed Mages

without Mana was like being underwater as

as important for Shang as air was for a

teleported to Earth as he was now, he would die

was unreal, and only Mana could produce that much energy

moment, the only Mana that Shang could feel

days after all the Mana vanished, Shang's

stored in secondary locations had vanished. These were locations like skin, hair, and

Shang's body would consume the Mana stored in

this moment, Shang felt like he was

head. There was still gas in the bag, but the person knew that all the oxygen

felt a cold

times he had been in here, Shang was reminded of the time in Jerald's garden when he had landed

sensations were very

this time, the feeling would hold on for infinitely

had extreme

MANA! I NEED- just calm. Don't

mind was in a constant battle with

telling him that panicking now would result in his death, but the feeling of approaching death was so overwhelming that Shang couldn't stop

to stay calm. I'm dying! I need to stay

was so very

It was horrifying.

never come in here! Why

outside,

want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Just stay calm. Just wait. As long as I stay calm, I

was like

for more than a full month

thought about suicide more than

It was too much.

wanted it

always somehow

Shang spent

days of constant

Mana inside Shang's Beast Core

was when the real terror

life energy,

were

BANG!

slammed his fists against the wall of the

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

this hitting, kicking, and punching wouldn't accomplish anything, but his body

screeching in

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

out! Get

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

as his flesh and blood started to coat

could no longer

whatever came to

whatever

screeching of nails scratching against hard

of teeth breaking apart and digging into the

squelch of bloody