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.

were loved

horrible by

they tell him to give up and

Shang do

Probably.

person that told him to just rest might tip him over

loved one at his side would take away

likely

would essentially kill him and believe that

was

right to fight

in the end, Shang was glad that there was no loved

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

weakness would

what if he was about to

least he would

body, and he kept

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 long since

he wouldn't

He would never stop!

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

More years passed.

Shang became

single muscle in the last

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

corpse that

He couldn't do anything.

couldn't even feel his

But he wasn't dead.

waking moment was agony, but

Was this living?

most

be considered

to Shang, this was still

long as his consciousness still existed, he would

as he could

Shang couldn't interact with the

perception was confined in his

in truth, he wasn't doing more

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

was something between these

neither alive

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

was what Shang had been searching

in this state, Shang had gained a special

mixture of feelings could only be understood by people that went through the same thing that