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

horrible by watching

they tell him to give

would Shang do

Probably.

hanging on as it was. Any person that

a loved one at his side would take away

his likely death

and believe that

this was his

had the right to fight for

glad that there was no

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

would

he

he would

focusing on his body, and he

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

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

wouldn't

He would never stop!

wanted to take him, it needed to come for

More years passed.

became 1010 years

muscle in

skin had already split at multiple locations, and the Death Mana in his body had started to leak out into the

a corpse that was

He couldn't do anything.

couldn't even feel his

But he wasn't dead.

was agony, but he

Was this living?

most people's

couldn't be considered

this

long as his consciousness still existed, he would be

as he could

couldn't interact with the

perception was confined in his

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

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

something between

neither

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

was what Shang

this state, Shang had gained a

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