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

"Plz don't do this... My family is waiting for me.


While trembling in fear, the girl turned to face the boys.


There had to be a way for her to convince them otherwise, right?


Since they were only 13-year-olds like herself, they couldn't have all been bad, right?


Only adult offenders would typically commit crimes of this nature, not young boys her age.


So why were they acting in this manner?


The girl's mind began to race with questions as she frantically searched for a solution to get out of her current situation.


Sadly no such answer managed to come to the girl.


It was impossible for her to resist because something sharp was piercing her neck.


She was forced to follow the boys' orders due to her predicament.


Reflexively, the girl shut her eyes, as if doing so would make her attackers vanish.


For her, it marked the end of the road.


'I hope the school learns about what occurred here and makes them pay'


Conforming to a Cliche