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

mind and body entered a deep

And so, time passed.

inside the Isolation Chamber

very thing that allowed Mages and

an area without Mana was like being underwater as a

was as important for Shang as air

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

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

that Shang could feel was

the Mana vanished, Shang's body

had vanished. These were

body would consume the Mana stored in his

this moment, Shang felt like he

be compared to someone that had a plastic bag taped around their head. There

cold feeling of

the 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

sensations were

time, the feeling would hold on for infinitely

had extreme difficulties staying

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

in a constant battle

was telling him that panicking now would result in his death, but the feeling of approaching death was so overwhelming that Shang

calm. I'm dying! I need to stay

so

It was horrifying.

have never come in here! Why

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. I don't want

like Shang

of drowning would keep persisting for

about suicide

It was too much.

wanted

somehow managed to

Shang spent

of constant

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

the real

to keep producing life energy, Shang's body was

bone were being turned to Mana for Shang's

BANG!

fists against the wall of the Isolation

"Get me out!"

"Get me out!"

wouldn't accomplish anything, but his body was essentially

was screeching

He was dying!

He was dying!

He was dying!

out!

"Help!"

"I'm sorry!"

as his flesh

no

screamed whatever came

punched whatever

nails scratching

of teeth breaking apart

bloody flesh hitting