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

After Arvell had successfully taken the nether crystal, the rest of their journey was reasonably uneventful.

Avoiding most of the monsters in their path, they found the stairs leading up to the next level.

So far, everything has been going smoothly, but it was this that gave Arvell an unsettling feeling.

'Did Cyprian not have any other safeguards in case their plan failed? Surely someone who went out of their way to kidnap a country's princess wouldn't be this sloppy,' Arvell pondered as he raced up the stairs.

Sensing his thoughts, August, sitting on his shoulder, tilted his head.

Arvell smiled lightly and shook his head.

'No…Trying to kidnap a member of the royal family isn't something that can be done lightly. Furthermore, they created a pitfall that dropped many levels under a path we had already traversed. The queen slime certainly did not dig that large of a hole alone.'

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