Sword God in a World of Magic

When confronted by death, many people would think about their life and reevaluate past decisions.

What were their regrets?

What would they have changed?

Maybe they shouldn't have been so strict with their children?

Maybe they shouldn't have broken up with their first love?

If they hadn't taken out that loan from those dangerous people, their children would have something to inherit today?

Naturally, Shang wasn't any different.

Should he have been more amongst people?

Should he have accepted the Sweeper's confession?

Should he have spared Jerald?

Shang thought about all of these things.

And he acknowledged something.

He would be happier if he had someone with him.

It would feel nice not to be alone right now.

Everything was so painful, exhausting, dark, and lonely.

Shang knew that he would feel better if he hadn't been so brutal and inflexible in his past.

However, did this mean that Shang would have changed his past actions if he could?

No.

If he hadn't killed Lash, the Grandmountain Kingdom might have killed him.

If he hadn't killed Jerald, he would have eventually caved in and told someone.

If he hadn't declined the Sweeper's advances, Shang wouldn't have had enough time to comprehend his form of Void Casting or the Concept of Twilight.

Yes, he felt lonely, and he wished that someone was at his side.

However, Shang knew that this luxury would come with a price he wouldn't want to pay.

And then came another thought.

So what?

Since everyone would die, it didn't matter what one accomplished in their life.

Might as well die happy and surrounded by loved ones, right?

However, that was only true when death was a certainty.

At this moment, Shang kept putting in effort.

Shang still had hope.

if there were

they feel horrible by watching

they tell him to give up and just go

Shang

Probably.

was barely hanging on as it was. Any person that told

at his side would take away all

likely death into a

essentially kill him and believe that this was

was his

the right to fight

Shang was glad that there was no loved one around

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

weakness would

if he was about

he would die

kept focusing on his body, and

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

at the Fifth Realm, and any other

he wouldn't give

He would never stop!

take him, it needed to come for

More years passed.

Shang became 1010

single muscle in the

multiple locations, and the Death Mana in his body had started to leak out

a corpse that

He couldn't do anything.

couldn't even feel his

But he wasn't dead.

was agony,

Was this living?

most people's

couldn't be considered

this was

still existed, he would

as he could think, he was still

Shang couldn't interact with

was confined in

as alive, but in truth, he wasn't doing more than a stone lying

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

was something

was neither alive

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

was what Shang

years in this state, Shang had gained

only be understood by people that went through the same thing that Shang had