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.

it uncomfortable? Yeah, but he couldn't really

pain? He didn't

whenever his body got injured had become so confusing and unimportant that he wasn't even

his body so many times that he had completely dissociated

his chest explode and his organs shoot out of his body, he didn't feel any different than when he saw a stone on a road

his body wasn't

that were happening

boring,

his training, the Sweeper had grown somewhat used to

pain tolerance was important for a powerful Mage, but whenever she saw

feel pain and fear when they were

good and all, but this was

even a

she spent with Shang, the more abnormal and unnatural he

like he was some kind

the Isolation Chamber, everything

an otherworldly being that didn't have human desires and human pains, but during this last percent,

that moment, the Sweeper felt like Shang was a horrified and scared child. It was like a poor and innocent child

that fate was his own

the two extremes of Shang that the Sweeper

Extreme apathy and detachment.

Intense fear and emotion.

There was no in-between.

years came closer, the Sweeper grew more

some reason, she didn't want to leave

wasn't some teenage girl. She was over

asked herself if she had taken an interest in

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

to develop, one needed to be able to empathize

understand how

that didn't exist

like the Sweeper was looking at a ghost with nothing human

Sweeper actually analyzed her feelings more, she realized that the

seen that one version of Shang, but she was

His vulnerable side.

His scared side.

a way, she knew Shang better than any other person in the

she came to the conclusion that,

However, what about it?