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

Arvell's pulse skyrocketed as he felt fear clutch his heart.

An oppressive sensation weighed down on him, forcing him to feel like the world's weight was crushing him.

It took everything he had to resist falling to his knees, and the dungeon's constant shaking wasn't making it any easier on him.

As the feeling of fear grew stronger, Arvell's vision began to fail him, forcing him to have hallucinations of being surrounded by an ocean of blood under a crimson moon.

August wasn't spared from this either, as he desperately clung to Arvell, shivering with fear.

Arvell scowled as he mustered all the strength he could as he ruthlessly chomped on his lower lip, drawing blood from it.

'LYKOS, SNAP OUT OF IT!' Taking a deep breath, Arvell internally screamed.

If this failed, Arvell could only curse his dogsh*t luck.

Fortunately, however, this wasn't the case.

Dungeon Collapse [3]