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.

there were loved

they feel horrible by

him to give up

would Shang do

Probably.

was barely hanging on as it was. Any person that told him to just rest might

a loved one at his side would take away

transform his likely death

believe that this was the right thing

this was his

the right

end, Shang was glad that there was no loved one around

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

would make

if he was about to

least he would

focusing on his body, and he kept breathing

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

someone at the Fifth Realm, and any other person would have

he wouldn't

He would never stop!

death wanted to take him, it needed to come for him

More years passed.

became

moved a single muscle in

the Death Mana in his body had started to leak out into

corpse that was

He couldn't do anything.

couldn't even feel his

But he wasn't dead.

waking moment was agony, but he still

Was this living?

most

be considered

this

still existed, he would

he could think, he was

couldn't interact with the

confined

doing more than a

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

something

neither

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

Shang had

in this state, Shang had gained a special

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