Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

'Why is he here?'

Arvell watched the bald boy run after the beast with blatant disbelief.

'He appears to be hunting that beast.'

Feeling a gust of scorching hot wind coming from his left, he immediately jumped into the air, dodging the incoming branch.

'I guess I should first worry about my business before I worry about his.'

Arvell pivoted the swords in his hands mid-air, bringing them down onto the treant's face.

*CHHKKKK*

"KYAAAAAAAAAH"

The treant's howling intensified significantly with Arvell's attack, causing its shrieking to turn into an auditory assault if anything.

Beads of sweat began to roll down Arvell's neck due to the blistering heat, and with the ears feeling like they were going to rupture, Arvell's mind was thrown into a frenzy.

However, this only served to hasten his moves.

His hands became blurs as he furiously slashed, pierced and stabbed at the Treant to kill it once and for all.

Feeling another gust of hot air coming from behind him Arvell jumped and backflipped, causing the Treant's branch to miss and hit itself in the face.

Finding his footing Arvell once again continued his onslaught.

'I might need to get serious.'

[Vitality Drain]

The treant began to wither at a visible pace, while Arvell's ragged complexion became more calm and composed.

He continued to slash at the treant like a crazed maniac, in a desperate struggle to finish off the flaming monstrosity once and for all.

"Just hurry up and die already!"

Arvell's stabbed his two blades as deep as he could into the treant's 'eyes' and punched each of the swords as hard as he could, causing the full length of the sword, hilt and all to embed themselves into the treant.

"KYAAAAAAAHhhhhh…"

The treant cried out in pain one last time, as its branches slowly fell motionlessly.

Arvell pulled both his swords out of the treant's body and began looking for its coins and core.

The academy tended to put each beast's coins in a place where it was almost impossible for the beast itself to remove.

Sometimes on rings hanging around their necks, or on a part of their body they physically couldn't reach.

For the treant, it appeared to be inside the treant's hollow nose-shaped carving.

Luckily the rings didn't melt under Arvell's barrage of fire, but they were still scolding hot, to say the least.

Arvell picked the chain with the coins with his sword and dropped it into his inventory.

It didn't take him too long to find the core of the treant either, being that it was located behind its 'face'.

After finally looting the treant's corpse of these 2 items, Arvell jumped off of the burning corpse, and onto one of the nearby trees.

"SQUEALLL!"

Noticing a familiar squealing sound, Arvell turned his attention to the boar-like beast running desperately from the bald youth.

Arvell could have sworn he saw small droplets of tears falling out of the beast's eyes.

'Is it running as fast as it can to not get eaten or something?' Arvell mused.

The scene was quite comical, to say the least.

As if the poor boar was running for dear life from the big bad human.

'It looks so sad that I almost pity it…' Lykos muttered to himself while shaking his head.

However, the beast couldn't match up with the youth's monstrous speed and was soon caught in his grasp.

The beast began shaking visibly in terror, while the tears under its eyes turned into bonafide streams.

It gave up struggling since it knew it was no use.

Having seen the youth's strength firsthand, the beast knew it couldn't escape.

'It tried its best, but sometimes that's just not enough…' Lykos sighed.

The youth brought his hand to the beast's neck, causing it to turn its head away and closed its eyes in fear.

However contrary to the beast's expectations, something completely different happened.

Instead of killing the beast right then and there, the boy unfastened the coin ring off of the beast's neck and gently put the beast back onto the ground.

The beast looked at the bald youth with a look of confusion.

The bald creature caught him right? Why didn't it kill him?

If anything the creature removed the chain that's been irritated the beast's neck for the last few days.

Ever since other humans came earlier and stuck that thing around its neck, it's been suffering from slight neck cramps.

But this human…

Not only did he not kill it, but the creature also removed the annoying thing around its neck!

The beast looked at the bald youth in a completely different light.

Perhaps… Humans weren't such scary beings after all!

The boar-like beast slowly walked over to the bald human and nuzzled his leg affectionately.

Seeing the boar-like beast's amiable attitude the youth smiled and ruffled its fur with a smile.

"PTHOO!"

Arvell was drinking some water to quench his parched throat before he spat out water in surprise.

Not only did the youth not kill the boar, but he also befriended it?

'What kind of twist is this?'

A small grin formed on Lykos's face.

'A wholesome one to say the least.'

Hearing the sound of water spitting, the youth raised his head in Arvell's direction.

'Sh*t he saw me…' Arvell lamented.

Having your cover blown because you spat out water from being surprised?

Seriously how stupid was that?

Lykos shook his head in disappointment.

'You need more practise on calming your heart.'

Knowing that his cover was already blown, Arvell sighed to himself before jumping off of the tree he was standing on and landing on the ground.

He slowly approached the youth and waved his hand.

"Hey, how's it going? We rode on the carriage together, remember? My name's Arvell" Arvell asked with a feigned smile.

'Wow, real smooth.' Lykos teased.

'Shut up, the mood's too awkward right now.' Arvell countered.

The youth smiled back in response.

"Hello, my name is Titus"

Titus pointed towards the burning corpse of the treant.

"Was this you?"

Arvell shook his head.

"I'm nowhere near strong enough to take this thing down on my own."

Since there was no way a kid their age could kill a treant that big on his own, Arvell had no choice but to lie.

Perhaps one of those rich noble's children could but the kids here certainly couldn't.

Furthermore from what Arvell saw from Zen's ability, the noble's child needed to have enough time to properly train and receive the necessary resources as well.

Since Zen was kidnapped only shortly after turning 13, he wasn't given the chance to properly get stronger yet.

From what Arvell saw with Angela's strength, if Zen was given enough time, he'd also be quite the force to be reckoned with.

This is also why Zen had been given countless elixirs and treasures ever since they made it back to the Silvercolt estate.

Even Arvell managed to get his hands on some, courtesy of Wilfried.

If anything, Zen was probably getting magic coaching from his father and sister while Arvell was completing the exam.

There was no way those two wouldn't whip their son into shape before he began attending the academy.

Otherwise, he'd simply be left in the dust by his peers.

Hearing, Arvell's words, Titus pondered for a moment before nodding his head.

"Makes sense."

Kneeling down, Titus rubbed the boar-like beast behind the ears, as if it was his pet.

Arvell felt that this was his cue to leave.

"Anyways, I should get going. After all, I need to collect coins to pass."

Titus looked at Arvell and nodded his head.

"Good lu-."

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

A loud scream reverberated through the forest, causing Arvell and Titus to immediately turn in the direction of the noise.

"Something must have happened…"

'It's none of my concern though.' Arvell thought to himself.

He stopped the sexual assault since it was happening right before him, but he wasn't going to play babysitter for this many kids his age.

Moreover, they had their emblems to call for help.

Arvell only helped that girl because she didn't have the option.

Just as Arvell was about to turn around, he heard Titus speak out.

"They need help."

Arvell shook his head at Titus's claims.

"They're probably fine. The academy handed out emblems remember? If they were in danger, they could just use that."

Unfortunately, Arvell's argument didn't seem to work as Titus shook his head.

"There is a big fire."

Titus pointed at a rising black plume in the direction of the scream.

"People will need help."

Arvell sighed when he realized the boy's words had meaning to them.

Even if the examiners came, some of the students might still die.

Furthermore, it was deep enough that Arvell's group might have been the only ones to have heard their screams.

'F*ck it, it's not like I have anything better to do.'

Deciding to give in, Arvell sighed reluctantly.

"All right… Let's go help them."

Titus nodded his head at Arvell's suggestion.

"Yes, let's go quickly."