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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 · Fantasi
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Deeper Into The Depths [4]

Looking around at the cave walls annoyedly, Professor Castaneda frowned.

"Since they didn't try climbing the hole, they must have looked for the stairways to the higher floors… After all, they must find those to make it out."

It was common knowledge that dungeons had a thicker mana concentration the lower you went.

Following this logic, it would make sense if the two students went toward the thinnest mana concentration, which would inevitably lead them back up.

"While they do that… I'll take a shortcut," Professor Castaneda smiled evily.

Running back towards the giant hole in the ceiling, Professor Castaneda quickly chanted a spell under his breath.

Once again, his skin turned into an onyx colour.

Jumping a sizeable height, the Professor quickly stabbed his right hand into the side of the hole and began hanging in the air.

Taking his left hand, he repeated the process, creating another indentation slightly above his right.