Sword God in a World of Magic

Time continued to pass.

The Bolts were no longer distracted by Shang since Lucin had created an Isolation Barrier around him, but Lucin himself had noticed that he was sighing far more often than usual.

He just felt bad for Shang.

It was one thing to go through so much pain to become stronger, but it was something else to continuously go through so much pain for decades upon decades.

This wasn't an individual instance of painful training anymore. Being under so much pain for so long had essentially transformed Shang's entire life.

Yes, Shang was already quite old, but spending decades in pain was still something significant.

Every decade of pain was equivalent to about one year of pain for a mortal.

How horrible would it be to be under such pain for one year?

Just one day was already terrifying.

As Lucin continued watching Shang, he got the thought that Shang was actually impressively sane for someone that was living like this.

Under normal circumstances, one would imagine a quivering mass of terror, paranoia, fear, and irrational hatred.

Sure, Shang had these aspects, but they weren't so strong that they overtook his entire personality.

Nevertheless, Lucin could still feel that Shang had huge issues deep inside.

His body was like a machine that was piloted by ten crazy people with different issues and illnesses, but by averaging them out, the machine was still piloted in a somewhat normal way.

Frankly, it was a miracle.

Decades passed.

Eventually, Shang used up all the Furnace Pills he had, which took him a total of 100 years.

At this moment, Shang was around 860 years old.

If he were a mortal, he would be nearly 80 years old.

Shang had genuinely reached the last years of his life.

Over the past century, a couple of Clouds had arrived in front of the Isolation Barrier.

Clouds had all wanted to talk to

and knocking at the Isolation Barrier,

to see the outside, which meant that Shang could have noticed these Clouds and could

But he never did.

the Clouds even became angry when Shang kept

attack someone without their consent, and that extended to someone's belongings and Magic

they got, they

not seen all of them, but he had still taken note of a

tried to lure him

else would they

kill Shang and get his resources or kill him for some ideological

them were

them were his

wanted to

the truth, but that didn't

by going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense pain, Shang's

and darkness, how could one see the world as anything but filled with pain

going through this ungodly training for such a long time, Shang was bound

had been training

one's own life, take 10% of it, and go through so much time while being

that person still be

time Shang had been

he had gone through a couple of decades of isolation, but he had still done a couple of different things

Area 23, Shang had fought some beasts, walked from one place

a Named Agent in the Temple of Blood, Shang had left his training room from time to time. He saw others from time to time, bought new resources, did some missions, talked to the Keeper, and

run a town while training, which meant that he regularly had to communicate with others and deal

it

was doing nothing

There was no break.

no talking to

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

just Shang and

better or for

past century, Shang had developed thoughts and feelings he had

approaching death, but not in

didn't exactly feel like he was about to die, but like he was

was like Shang's mind and personality had been close to disappearing from the

that happened, Shang felt like he was no longer