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 at

mind

and body entered a deep state of

And so, time passed.

the Mana inside the Isolation Chamber was

the very thing that allowed

without Mana was

for Shang

were to be teleported to Earth as

body to keep operating was unreal, and only Mana could

Shang could feel was the Mana

vanished, Shang's body

Mana stored in secondary locations had vanished. These were locations like

Mana stored in his

felt like

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

felt a cold feeling of

last couple of times he had been in here, Shang was reminded of the time in Jerald's garden when he had landed on his back and couldn't breathe for half

two sensations

this time, the feeling would hold on for infinitely

mind had extreme difficulties

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

a constant

panicking now would result in his death, but the feeling of approaching death was so

dying! I need to

so very

It was horrifying.

come in here! Why did I decide

the outside, Shang seemed

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. I don't want to

like

sensation of drowning would keep persisting for more than a full month without any

had thought about

It was too much.

wanted it to

he always somehow managed

state, Shang spent almost

days of

the Mana inside Shang's Beast Core and

when the real

energy, Shang's

were being turned to Mana for Shang's organs and

BANG!

fists against the wall of the Isolation

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

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

was screeching in

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

me out! Get

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

flesh and blood started to coat the

no

screamed whatever

punched whatever he

screeching of nails scratching against hard

apart and digging into the

squelch of bloody flesh