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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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The Final Entrance Exam [3]

The boy arranged the broken pieces on the ground in a way that resembled the door before it broke as if he were solving a puzzle using the broken wood as the pieces.

He reached into his pocket, producing a jar which looked like it was full of a yellowy-white substance, as well as a small brush.

Unfortunately, though, the commotion caused by the door beaking alerted the coach driver, as well as a small crowd of onlookers.

Everyone watched with confusion as the boy unscrewed the jar, and dipped the brush into it.

Bringing the brush close to some of the broken wood fragments, he began to slather them with the coated brush.

The coach driver couldn't watch this anymore, so he slowly got off of his seat, and approached the boy.

'What are you doing! First, you break the carriage, and now you're rubbing some weird paste on it? Stop! You've done enough damage for one day!'

The boy didn't seem to have heard him, being too engrossed in his task.