Sleepy_Slime

[Webnovel Spirity Awards 2022 Entry]

Strength.... That's all that matters in the end.

After being abandoned by his own family, and shunned for having no mana in a world dominated by magic, ex-prince Arvell Relas Vispia was forced to live on the streets with whatever meagre money he had left.

However, fate had something else in store for Arvell.

After meeting the spirit inhabiting his amulet, Arvell gets reborn as a Nephilim.

A being that has the powers of a god.

Time, Space, Life, Death.

All submitted to the authority of a Nephilim.

Betrayed by those he once called family, Arvell swore to get revenge.

Revenge on all those that mocked him and shunned him as a 'failure.' 

Revenge on those who betrayed him without a second thought.

This is a tale of how a young prince shunned by the world as a 'failure' rises and ascends to the pinnacle of strength. 

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Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

Zen stared blankly at Arvell, water dripping down his face.


Seeing her brother's face drenched in water, Angela burst out laughing.


"HAHAHAHAHA! Zen your face! It's completely drenched!"


Reyna quickly produced a handkerchief and passed it to Zen, while doing her best to suppress a laugh.


Zen wiped his face and glared at Arvell.


Arvell looked at Zen with a somewhat guilty expression.


"Sorry, your question kind of caught me off guard. But… why would you bring up the dead disinherited prince?"


"I was just thinking of how the royal family might react if you ever met with them. After all, that person is a bit of a taboo topic in the capital. After all… You do know how the war started right?"


Arvell instinctively brought his hand to his chest and gripped it tightly.


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