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 around

horrible by watching him

tell him to give up and

Shang do

Probably.

as it was. Any person that told him to just rest might tip him over the

loved one at his side would take away all

would transform his likely death into

him and believe that this was the right thing

was his

he had the right to fight

was glad that there was no loved one around

He didn't want them.

He didn't need them!

weakness would make

he was about to

least he

on his body, and he

But he kept breathing.

He kept fighting.

One more year passed.

And another year passed.

was now well over the maximum lifespan of someone at the Fifth Realm, and

wouldn't

He would never stop!

to take him, it needed to

More years passed.

Shang became 1010 years

muscle in the last

and the Death Mana in his body had

was a corpse that was unwilling

He couldn't do anything.

even feel his

But he wasn't dead.

was agony, but he still kept

Was this living?

to most

be

to Shang, this was

still existed, he would

as he could think, he was still

couldn't interact with the

confined in his own

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

Was it life?

No.

Was it death?

No.

something between

neither alive nor

It was limbo.

Or Purgatory.

This was Purgatory.

what Shang had

ten years in this state, Shang had gained a special

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