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

Seeing the ground collapse, Marisa and Julius skidded to a halt.

"Ahhhh!" Marisa screamed as she witnessed the other two members of their group seemingly plummet to their deaths.

Even Julius was speechless, with his eyes growing wide.

"T-t-the princess!" Marisa exclaimed.

Knowing that the princess died while they were in her group, there was no way people wouldn't suspect them of foul play.

Hell, they might even try them as criminals for their actions.

Even if they weren't directly responsible, they still let a princess die under their watch.

Julius wouldn't be surprised if his father lost his noble title because of this incident.

"Damnit… Why did I have to be in this group…" Julius grumbled.

However, it wasn't like they could hide it.

Everyone knew they were in the group together.

'Should I fake my death? At least that way, father won't be troubled.'

Aftermath of the Fall [1]