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

his mind

body entered a deep

And so, time passed.

inside the Isolation Chamber

was the very thing that

without Mana was like

important for Shang as

to be teleported to Earth as he was now, he would die within two

to keep operating was unreal, and only Mana could

only Mana that Shang could feel was the Mana

vanished, Shang's body began to crave

locations had vanished. These were locations like skin, hair, and

now on, Shang's body would consume the Mana stored in his Mana Pathways and Beast

this moment, Shang felt

plastic bag taped around their head. There

a cold feeling

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

sensations were

feeling would

mind had extreme

think. I NEED MANA! I NEED- just calm. Don't think. MANA!

mind was in a constant

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

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

was so

It was horrifying.

in here! Why did I decide to

the 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 will survive.

like Shang was

for more than a

about suicide more

It was too much.

wanted

always somehow managed to

this state, Shang spent almost 40

of constant

40 days, all the Mana inside Shang's Beast Core and Mana Pathways

the real

order to keep producing life energy, Shang's

muscles, and bone were being turned to Mana

BANG!

slammed his fists against the wall of

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

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

was 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

no

whatever came to

punched whatever he

of nails scratching against hard

crunch of teeth breaking apart

bloody flesh