A Nephilim’s Legacy

Arvell felt the rustle of cold water going past his body and felt the sensation of jagged stones prickling his back.

He opened his eyes and saw the sun shining brightly in the bright blue sky. He felt the nice warmth of the sun on his skin which felt nice with the cold water soaking his body. Strangely he didn't even feel that cold despite being soaking wet.

Arvell forced his body up into a sitting posture. He found himself at the side of a riverbank and noticed his sword was missing.

'Fuck, and it was a magical artifact too!' He thought to himself.

'I guess that blacksmith Grid would be happy knowing I didn't get to even use his sword after getting it dirt cheap.'

Arvell felt his throat was quite dry so he knelt in to take a sip of water before realizing his appearance was no longer how it was before.

"Wait… why do I still look like this?????"

Arvell's appearance changed into the purple-eyed silver-haired appearance he had when he was talking to Lykos.

'Try saying status, you'll be in for a surprise'

Arvell heard a familiar voice in his head.

'Lykos how are you able to speak to me like this?' Arvell asked.

'I told you right? You allowed me to materialize! From now on we can communicate simply by thinking. Neat huh?' Lykos proclaimed.

'Ah… I guess that makes sense, this entire situation still feels quite surreal. Normally hearing a voice inside your head means you should go see a priest for an exorcism or a healer for mental help.'

'Some may have called me a demon back in my days, but I am not gonna try to eat your soul' Lykos joked. 'Anyways try saying status, I want to see your reaction at the big reveal!'

Arvell felt a bit of apprehension from Lykos's tone, but his curiosity got the better of him and decided to look into his reflection in the water before saying "status".

[Status Information]

Structure name: Thales River

[A River that flows near the city of Talmek. Locals use this river for fishing.]

"..." Arvell stared at the screen like an idiot.

'BWAHAHAHAH you idiot! Why are you looking at the status of a river?' Lykos burst into a fit of laughter, helping Arvell get out of his momentary confusion.

Arvell's face glowed red in embarrassment and decided to try again.

This time he looked at the palm of his hand and tried again and muttered "Status".

[Status Information]

Name: Arvell Relas Vispia

Species: Nephilim

Age: 13 years old

HP: 90

STA: 60

DEF: 46

SPD: 52

PHYS ATK: 54

POWER STAGE: 0TH CIRCLE 0TH STAGE

BODY REFINING: 0TH REFINEMENT 0TH STAGE

AETHER: 40/40

NETHER: 40/40

Titles: 3rd Prince of Vispia (Exiled), Inheritor of the Nephilim's Legacy, Forever Alone?

Skills: Incomplete Royal Swordsmanship (C+), Diplomacy (B-), Future Sight (SS), Inventory (S), Temporal Manipulation (SSS), Warp (SSS), Rejuvenation (S), Undead Summon (S), Vitality Drain (SS).

Arvell was momentarily stunned by the new information he saw. His stats were strong enough to rival newly appointed knights for crying out loud!

Squires were normally around sixteen before they would be formally appointed as knights, and he was as physically strong as them while only thirteen years old.

But this was purely taking their physical abilities into account, and since knights could use magic to make their physical bodies stronger their base stats were hardly ever used to quantify their actual strength. Not to mention this didn't even take into their magic circle rank as well.

Looking for the reason behind his abnormal stats he noticed that his species was no longer classified as 'human'.

'Lykos what is a Nephilim? And Is this the reason I look completely different?' Since Arvell gained access to a voice in his head who seemed to know quite a lot about his current situation he decided to make use of him. If he's going to get stuck with a voice in his head, he might as well make the most of it.

'Have you not even noticed the pair of wings protruding from your back? I thought that would have earned some of your attention. Don't all humans have some childish obsession with flight?'

'Huh? Wings? What do you mean-' Arvell looked at his back and he noticed two wings protruding from his back. One of these wings was as white as freshly fallen snow and full of elegant feathers that glittered like diamonds, while the other was pitch black like a never-ending abyss. The black wing closely resembled that of a crow, while the white one was reminiscent of a swan.

"I HAVE WINGS?!?!?!?" Arvell yelled excitedly, even forgetting that he didn't need to talk out loud for Lykos to hear him.

'Now that was the reaction I was looking for!' Lykos chuckled.

He watched Arvell reacting to his new powers with amusement since after all having someone to talk to and interact with was a feeling he had not experienced for quite a long time.

'Wait so can I fly?' Arvell excitedly asked. He like most humans dreamed of flying through the sky at once in his life. Whenever he was fed up with his royal tutoring he would stare out of his window wondering how life would be if he didn't have to study and could just play all day long.

Seeing birds flying freely above the royal palace made him yearn for that freedom as well.

Being able to fly would be like a dream come true. Why would he walk on the ground if he could fly through the sky?

'Sorry to burst your bubble, but trying to fly as you imagined right now is like getting a newborn to sprint before they even managed to walk, not to mention crawling as well.' Lykos voiced shattering Arvell's momentary reverie.

Lykos could pretty much guess what Arvell was thinking, as he didn't make any effort to hide his emotions.

'Well anyways about your earlier question,' Lykos continued, 'The reason why you can do all of this is because of me. I gave you my powers and restructured your body with my powers. Since I passes on the foundation of my power to you, you became something like my successor. However you have a near-perfect copy of my DNA as well, just the only difference between the two of us is that I'm slightly more handsome.'

Hearing Lykos's shameless proclamation, Arvell felt a sudden need to argue with him and claim that he was the more handsome one of the two. He felt a sense of pride in his current appearance and when he heard someone claim that he was better, he had a desire to defend that pride. Even if he was arguing against the man who made him this handsome in the first place.

'But… If we think about it… you did inherit my DNA…' Lykos's words disrupted Arvell's thoughts, but his next words shocked him even more.

'So that makes me sort of your dad huh? You can call me daddy if you want~' Lykos teased.

"Fuck you! I am not calling you daddy!" Arvell screamed.

A nearby squirrel saw this strange winged monkey shouting to himself crazily before shaking its head. Even it knew that associating with crazy people was never a good idea. 'It might be contagious' it thought as it scurried away.