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

horrible by

give

would Shang

Probably.

Any person that told him to just

loved one at his side would take away

would transform his likely death

believe that this was the right thing to

was his

had the right to

in the end, Shang was glad that

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

weakness would make

if he

he would

his body, and he

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

lifespan of someone at the Fifth Realm, and any other person would

wouldn't give

He would never stop!

it needed to come

More years passed.

became

single muscle

had already split at multiple locations, and the Death Mana in his body had

was a corpse that was

He couldn't do anything.

couldn't even feel

But he wasn't dead.

agony,

Was this living?

most people's

couldn't be considered

Shang, this was still

consciousness still existed, he

long as he could think, he was still

Shang couldn't interact with

confined in

he wasn't doing more than a stone lying at

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

something between these

was neither alive nor

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

Shang

this state, Shang had gained a

could only be understood by people that went through