Sword God in a World of Magic

For the next two years, Shang continued training as always.

He was dead set on comprehending Void Casting before his longevity would end, which was in about 280 years.

Shang was around 720 years old now, which was very old already for someone in the Fifth Realm.

Someone of such an age would normally be considered as someone whose Path had come to an end. They would only continue coasting along until their longevity ran out, never reaching the next Realm.

Sadly, spending so much time in each Realm was the only way for Shang to get a solid foundation.

If Shang's Path had already been planned out in the beginning, he could have done a couple of training exercises for his body while comprehending the Concepts of Addition and Subtraction.

Additionally, there would have probably also been better methods for warriors to comprehend Void Casting.

However, Shang was the strongest warrior.

There was no Path he could follow.

He had to create his own.

If there had been a Star Map for his Addum and Subsis, he might have also saved a century.

If he had a greater backer, Shang would have also received a far better area to comprehend the Concepts of Addition and Subtraction. As it stood, Shang had comprehended these Concepts by looking at beasts with somewhat fitting Affinities, but that obviously hadn't been the best method.

With a better area, Shang would have maybe saved another century.

In that case, Shang would only be a bit over 500 years old, giving him nearly 500 years to comprehend Void Casting.

That would be far easier.

Sadly, these were only ifs.

Shang could only hope that all these issues would vanish as soon as he joined the Lightning Manor.

Nevertheless, Shang never wasted even a second of his life, and he continued training with everything he had.

He let the Sweeper use several powerful Magic Circles that forced Mana into Shang's body over and over again.

Shang's body exploded again and again, but he didn't flinch.

This was just normal pain, and he had grown so used to it that the concept of pain had become distorted.

Whenever Shang felt excruciating pain, he wasn't even sure what he felt anymore.

Yeah, but

pain? He

since what he felt whenever his body got injured had become so

his body

body, he didn't

like his body

were happening to him

was monotone, boring,

helping Shang with his training, the Sweeper had grown somewhat used to

but whenever she saw Shang train, it was like she was witnessing

feel

tolerance was good and all, but this

Shang even

she spent with Shang, the

some

Isolation Chamber,

that didn't have human desires and human pains,

child. It was like a poor and innocent child had been befallen

that fate was

the two extremes of Shang that the Sweeper

Extreme apathy and detachment.

Intense fear and emotion.

There was no in-between.

two years came closer, the Sweeper grew more

some reason, she didn't

wasn't some teenage girl. She was over a thousand years old, and she had plenty of life

herself and actually asked herself if she had taken an interest

denied it. After all, she couldn't empathize with Shang at

develop, one needed to be able to empathize with the other

how the other person

that didn't exist between

time, it was like the Sweeper was looking at a ghost with nothing human

realized that the contrast between Shang's two extremes had an intense

only seen that one version of Shang, but she was the only one that had seen

His vulnerable side.

His scared side.

way, she knew Shang better than any other person in

she came to the conclusion that, yes, she had taken an interest in

However, what about it?