Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

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.

He stuck two of the broken wood fragments together, attaching them near-seamlessly.

Seeing this, the coach driver's eyes widened with realization.

'Wait… are you using wood glue to fix it?'

The boy once again seemed to not be able to the coach driver.

After finding his rhythm, his hands were so fast that they were hard to follow with the naked eye.

Within mere moments, the entire caravan door appeared to be fixed… for the most part.

It was still covered in cracks and was quite easy to tell that it had already been damaged, but for the most part, the door was fixed.

Taking one more glob of wood glue onto his brush, he slathered the rim of the carriage door, before walking back over to the broken carriage.

'Turn it to the side this time…' The boy muttered.

He managed to fit the door in perfectly this time, but just to be on the safe side, he slathered more wood glue on the exterior, especially on the cracked areas.

The boy took a few steps back from the carriage and began inspecting it for a few moments.

After spending a good 20 seconds, the boy nodded to himself.

'Good…just need to let it dry a little,' he mumbled under his breath.

The boy puffed out his chest and began inhaling deeply, before exhaling in the direction of the carriage.

*WOOSH*

A column of air exited the boy's mouth as it engulfed the repaired caravan.

The surrounding people watched this with dumbfounded expressions.

'How is he doing this? Is this wind magic?'

'I think so, I saw him mumble something under his breath just now! Maybe he was chanting a spell?'

Arvell however watched this with a scrutinizing gaze.

He'd heard what the boy had mumbled earlier due to his sensitive hearing, so among the entire crowd, he was the only one who knew.

Whatever this boy was using, clearly wasn't magic.

'Lykos, how's he doing this?'

Arvell turned to his spectral teacher in hopes of finding a way to understand the current situation.

'Hmm… This…'

Lykos's eyes widened for a split second before regaining their usual calm glimmer.

'This just got interesting…'

'Would you mind telling me what's interesting?'

Lykos's mouth curved into a mischievous smile.

'Why ruin the surprise? Letting you try to figure it out for yourself seems far more interesting than me spoonfeeding your information all of the time.'

A vein bulged on Arvell's forehead.

'This is important! Can't you play your games at another time?'

Lykos sighed to himself.

'This doesn't really impact you, so you'd lose nothing if I withhold this information. How about this, I'll let you know if it ever becomes a threat, but for now… You're on your own.'

Arvell scoffed.

'You do realize, I can just check his status right?'

'By all means, go ahead and try.'

Arvell turned to face the boy.

[Status]

Name: UNKNOWN

Species: UNKNOWN

Age: UNKNOWN

HP: UNKNOWN

STA: UNKNOWN

DEF: UNKNOWN

SPD: UNKNOWN

UNKNOWN: UNKNOWN

UNKNOWN: UNKNOWN

Titles: UNKNOWN

Skills: UNKNOWN

Arvell's eyes blanked when he saw this.

Not because he was wondering what was going wrong with his system, but because he had seen something like this in the past.

Whenever he tried to use his status skill on August, he faced a similar situation.

'Just what is going on? What do he and August have in common?'

Arvell watched the boy walk up to the coach driver and give him a 90-degree bow.

"Sorry for the damages."

"I-its okay… accidents happen," the coach driver nervously responded.

While he did his best to hide it, he had been slightly intimated by the boy's show of power.

With the strength the boy had displayed, there was an extremely high the boy would make it into the academy.

At that point, what was one measly carriage?

This was the academy's property anyway, so it wasn't like the driver personally lost anything.

Plus, the boy even fixed it up, so at least the carriage regained its functionality.

Even if it did look a little banged up…

'Welp that's the academy's problem. I'm just paid to drive the kids.'

The driver nodded to himself.

He was just a humble driver, no point in worrying about anything like this.

"Okay get back on the carriage, we'll be departing soon."

The driver looked at the surrounding examinees and waved his hands in a shooing gesture.

"All of you get going now, go find a carriage and sit down."

The group of entrants threw one last look at the patched-up caravan and then back at the bald youth, before heading off to go find their own seats.

None of them dared to sit in the same caravan after seeing the boy's display of absurd strength.

Something the person in question didn't seem to mind all that much.

Instead, he reached over to grab the door handle.

Before he could reach it, another hand caught his wrist, preventing him from grabbing it.

"How about I open the door for you?" A soothing voice called out from behind him.

Arvell stepped forwards and gently opened the door.

"Here."

'He might break the door again if I let him open it,' Arvell complained inwardly.

The boy however nodded his head with a smile.

"Thanks."