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.

didn't move

mind almost shut

body entered a

And so, time passed.

Mana inside

was the very thing that allowed

was like

Shang as air was for

were to be teleported to Earth as he was now, he would die

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

the only Mana that Shang could feel was the

vanished, Shang's body began to crave Mana

secondary locations had vanished.

body would consume the Mana stored in his Mana Pathways

felt like he was

feeling could be compared to someone that had a plastic bag taped around their head. There was still gas in the bag, but the person knew that

cold

was reminded of the time in Jerald's garden when he

sensations were very

time, the feeling would hold on for infinitely

Shang's mind had extreme

I NEED MANA! I NEED- just

a constant battle with

telling him that panicking now would result in his death, but the

to stay calm. I'm dying! I

was so very

It was horrifying.

have never come in here! Why

outside, Shang seemed

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. I don't want to

was like Shang

keep persisting for more than

had thought about suicide

It was too much.

just wanted it to

always somehow managed

state, Shang spent

days of

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

was when the real

keep producing life energy,

muscles, and bone were being turned to

BANG!

the

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

hitting, kicking, and punching wouldn't accomplish

was screeching

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

out! Get

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

bones in Shang's arms broke as his flesh and blood started to coat the

no longer stay

whatever

whatever he

screeching of nails scratching against hard

teeth breaking apart and digging into the

squelch of bloody flesh