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

his mind almost

and body entered a deep state of

And so, time passed.

days, all the Mana inside

the very thing that allowed

Mana was like being

important for Shang as air was for

Shang were to be teleported to Earth as he

for Shang's body to keep operating was unreal, and only Mana could produce that much energy while simultaneously

moment, the only Mana that Shang could feel was the Mana inside

Mana vanished, Shang's

stored in secondary locations had vanished. These were locations like

Shang's body would consume the Mana stored in his Mana

felt like

compared to someone that had a plastic bag taped around their head. There was still gas in the bag, but the person knew that all the oxygen would

felt a cold feeling of approaching

the time in Jerald's garden when he had landed on his back and

sensations were very

feeling would hold on for

now, Shang's mind had extreme difficulties staying

I NEED MANA! I

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

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

so very

It was horrifying.

should have never come in here! Why did I decide

outside, Shang seemed

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

was like

for more than a full month without

had thought about suicide more than

It was too much.

just wanted it

somehow managed to

state, Shang spent almost 40

days of constant

days, all the Mana inside Shang's Beast

when the

energy,

were

BANG!

slammed his fists against the wall of

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

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

screeching

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

me out! Get me

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

arms broke as his flesh and blood started

could no

screamed whatever came

punched whatever he

nails scratching against hard

breaking apart and

of bloody flesh hitting