Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang floated from one battlefield to the other.

The three Empires had been going all out, but Shang stopped their advances.

Naturally, as soon as everyone had noticed that Shang had won against the powerful Mage Lord, the remaining Peak Mage Lords with fivefold Spirit Senses gave up their positions.

In an instant, all the Defender Flags for Peak Mage Lords vanished from the battlefield.

When there were no more Attack Flags, Shang stopped moving for a bit.

His hood just turned to look in the direction of the Judgment Palace.

Shang naturally couldn't see it, but he felt like there was a powerful presence there.

However, Shang wasn't sure if what he felt was actually genuine or if his damaged soul was giving him hallucinations again.

Just as the Mage Kings had expected, Shang was in constant pain, but that wasn't actually the problem.

The problem was that Shang's mind sometimes lost clarity, and the world appeared blurry and confusing to him.

The constant paranoia Shang was feeling due to the way the Custodian had repaired Shang's warrior body wasn't helping.

Shang was like a mortal that hadn't slept for two days, hadn't drunk anything for a day, and hadn't eaten anything for a week, while constant life-ruining events happened around him.

Concentrating and focusing was very, very difficult.

It took so much effort to concentrate.

It reminded Shang of the time his longevity had run out. Concentrating felt nearly as exhausting as staying alive had been back then.

It was so bad that Shang couldn't even move and comprehend Concepts at the same time.

In the past, Shang comprehended Concepts by training with his sword and trying to manipulate the Concept with it.

This no longer worked.

Moving and trying to understand something took too much focus at once. Shang could now only do either of the two, not both.

more difficult to comprehend

a sword included the entire body, not

sword alone was just a sharp piece of metal that sat on

was how someone could use their body to manipulate a sword as efficiently and effectively

without legs could still wield a sword,

certain sense of inertia to Shang's movements since he lacked the explosive power of his legs and hips to

powerful he had ever been, but in a certain way, he

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could tell what Shang

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old appearance had already felt barely human, but now,

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to others. He felt like a warm older brother that would protect one while being cruel to

impression was helpful to King Sanctified Death, which was

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visitor amongst the

He didn't belong here.

He should be dead.

that was

was like the living wanted to push him away,

dead wanted to pull

wanted him to be dead,

the unmoving Shang, something else was happening in

he was facing the

cloudy again, and he felt

spun in

to morph and

unexplainable dark thoughts

Shang clenched his teeth, and the world snapped

turned around and flew

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call him Young

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