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 ones

they feel horrible by watching

him to give up and just

would Shang

Probably.

that told him to just rest

his

would transform his likely

him and believe that this was the right thing to

this was

had the right to fight

the end, Shang was glad that there was

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

would make him

if he was about to

least he

body, and

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

someone at the Fifth

wouldn't give

He would never stop!

him, it needed to

More years passed.

became 1010 years

muscle in the last ten

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

was a corpse that

He couldn't do anything.

even

But he wasn't dead.

agony,

Was this living?

most

couldn't be considered

this

still existed, he would

as he could think, he was still

interact with the

entire perception was confined in his own

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

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

something

neither

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

Shang had been searching

state,

feelings could only be understood by people that went through the