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.

had all wanted to talk to

and knocking at the

to see the outside, which meant that Shang could have

But he never did.

of the Clouds even became angry

forbidden to attack someone without their consent, and that

matter how angry they got, they didn't

not seen all of them, but he had still

arrived had tried to lure him away from Lucin so that

else would they be

and get his

of them were his

of them were

wanted

that wasn't the truth, but that

and by going through decades upon decades of nothing but intense pain, Shang's perception was bound

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

this ungodly training for such a long time, Shang

had been training like this

need to look at one's own life, take 10% of it, and go through so much time while being tortured

still be

longest time

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

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

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

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

time, it was

doing

There was no break.

was no talking

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

was just Shang and his

or for

century, Shang had developed thoughts and feelings he had never been able

was approaching death,

like he was about to die, but like he was

was like Shang's mind and personality had been

felt like he was