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.

wanted to talk to

kept announcing themselves and knocking at the

Shang to see the outside, which meant that Shang

But he never did.

even became

consent, and that extended to someone's belongings and Magic

angry they got, they didn't attack the Isolation

not seen all of them, but he had still

mind, every Cloud that had arrived had tried to lure him away from Lucin so that they

else would

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

them were his

of them were his

them wanted

wasn't the truth, but that

in a heightened state of danger and by going through decades upon decades of nothing but

could one see the world as anything but filled

ungodly training for such a long

put this into perspective, Shang had been training like this

of it, and

that person still be the

longest time Shang had been

isolation, but

one place to the other, talked to Jerald,

training room from time to time. He saw others from time to time, bought new resources, did some missions, talked to the Keeper, and left

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

it

doing nothing

There was no break.

no talking to

There was no buying.

There was no managing.

was just Shang and his

better or

had developed thoughts and feelings he had never been

he was approaching death, but not in the traditional

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

and personality had been close to disappearing

he was no