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Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

[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. _______________________________________________________________ Hello this is the author here! Please give my new story a read! comments and reviews would be greatly appreciated! Thank you for supporting my book! Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/dNYtjKM63v Patreon Link: https://www.patreon.com/Sleepy_Slime

Sleepy_Slime · Fantasy
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167 Chs

A Spar With Angela

"I am ready when you are."

Angela took a fighting stance and beckoned Arvell to do the same.

Nodding his head, Arvell took his own stance.

Watching Arvell carefully, Angela was perplexed.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that? I never saw anything like that before."

Arvell watched Angela intently, expecting that she would use this moment of distraction to attack.

After seeing she was genuinely asking out of curiosity, he responded.

"It's self-taught."

Since Arvell couldn't reveal the existence of Lykos, he kept the origin of his swordsmanship to himself.

"I see… Well, let's see how good your original swordsmanship is!"

Angela jumped backwards, creating distance from Arvell.

"Cloak me in a veil of wind! Grant me the power of the neverending gale…"

The surrounding air began to form currents surrounding Angela as she chanted.

Slowly becoming more ferocious as time passed.

Arvell would be an idiot if he let this continue.

[Time Manipulation]