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

entered a deep

And so, time passed.

days, all the Mana inside the Isolation Chamber was

that allowed Mages and

Mana was

as important for Shang

Shang were to be teleported to Earth as he

of energy necessary for Shang's body to keep operating was unreal, and only Mana could

that Shang could feel was the Mana

vanished,

in secondary locations had vanished. These were locations like

Shang's body would consume the Mana stored in his

Shang felt like he was

bag taped around their head. There was

a cold

of the time in Jerald's garden when he had

two sensations were

would

Shang's mind had extreme difficulties staying

I NEED- just calm. Don't

mind was in a constant

his death, but the

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

was so very

It was horrifying.

never come in here! Why did I

the outside, Shang seemed

don't 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

drowning would keep persisting for more than a full month

thought about suicide more

It was too much.

wanted it to

he always somehow managed to

this state, Shang

of constant

40 days, all the Mana inside Shang's Beast

when the real

to keep producing life energy, Shang's body was turning itself into

skin, muscles, and bone were being turned to Mana for

BANG!

fists against the wall of the

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

that all this hitting, kicking, and punching wouldn't accomplish

was screeching

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

out! Get me

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

flesh and blood started to coat the

no longer

screamed whatever

whatever he

nails scratching against

apart and digging into

squelch of bloody flesh hitting the