Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

Arvell ducked as a ball of acid flew over his head, barely clipping his ear.

'Not being able to manipulate time is a pain.'

He jumped to the left as a ball of acid came dangerously close to hitting his hand.

The same hand in which was holding the flaming stick.

Beads of sweat formed on Arvell's neck as he breathed a sigh of relief at the close shave.

While he looked like he was desperately trying to survive, inwardly, he was delighted.

Being able to fight to the level where a single misstep would spell out his untimely end…

These kinds of situations were the most fun!

After all, these would push him to his max, allowing him even to surpass his limits.

Surviving these kinds of fights would make him incomparably stronger than before.

After all, only through pressure would diamonds form.

How would he become strong enough to get revenge without even this much pressure?

While Arvell wanted to preserve his life, he didn't want to live a life where he was powerless to control his own fate.

Without experiences like this to grow, he would never be able to become as strong as he wanted.

Arvell jumped, dodging a ball of acid aimed at his feet.

It was only after he was airborne did he realize his folly.

"Sh*t"

A glob the size of a basketball was headed straight at Arvell.

Even if he managed to shield the fire from the acid, he would still take the full brunt of the acid.

'This is going to sting!'

Arvell clenched his teeth, awaiting the burst of pain he knew would come in only a matter of time.

"Here," A voice called out from Arvell's left.

*WOOSH*

The sound of an object sailing through the air could be heard as a piece of wood hit Arvell straight in the stomach, sending him flying out of the acid's way.

"HMMPH!"

Arvell grunted as he crashed a few metres to the side.

'I was expecting pain, but not like that.'

Arvell rubbed his sides with a conflicted expression.

'Well, it can't be helped; you would have taken far more damage from the acid. However, Titus's last-minute save came in pretty clutch there.' Lykos commented.

'I'm not blaming him; he had no other choice in that scenario. Normally humans would die if they get hit by something of that magnitude. If anything, it was my fault for underestimating my enemy's intelligence, even if they are a beast.'

Arvell pulled himself to his feet and grabbed the flaming stick.

The fire had consumed a large portion of the stick, so it wouldn't go out that easily.

[Inventory]

Arvell stealthily reached into his inventory and pulled out a small vial.

He popped the lid off and downed its contents, not even leaving a single drop.

"BWAH!"

He coughed a mouthful of blood and clutched his stomach with a grimace.

'You're resolved enough to use that?' Lykos asked with an eyebrow raised.

'It's not like these so-called examinees are coming any time soon. We need all the help we can get, and I'm not the type to leave things up to luck. At this rate, both of us will die.'

Lykos sighed while lightly shaking his head.

'You're right about that.'

Arvell took a deep breath to divert himself from his constant pain.

It was as if his whole body was screaming in pain with every movement of his muscles.

"It's time for round two."

Arvell disappeared from his spot with a flash, travelling at a speed that was hard to follow with the naked eye.

The Python spat out a volley of acidic balls his way, but with Arvell's newfound speed, this was not a concern.

The elixir he'd consumed was a special elixir that granted the consumer a burst of energy, even if their body was already completely drained.

However, there was one main drawback to this almost-miraculous sounding elixir.

The user would collapse and be unable to move for at least a few hours after consuming it.

Arvell would be nothing more than a sitting duck for the Rasian Python if he failed his gamble here.

Prey readily served on a silver platter.

The effects of the elixir would only last for one minute.

Meaning he only had 1 minute to decide his life and death.

Arvell dodged several of the acid balls, with them only hitting his afterimages.

Dancing through the acid rain, Arvell dodged the entire thing without so much as a drop hitting the flaming stick in his hand.

He saw another blob flying in the direction of his feet.

"Oh, come on, use that big head of yours! Using the same trick twice won't work on someone like me!" Arvell chided.

Instead of jumping, he jumped to the left this time, letting him dodge not just one ball of acid but two.

The second one was poised to hit him the instant he jumped.

Arvell watched the Python with a predatorial glint.

He was already within striking distance from the Python.

The beast also tried to slither away and create a distance between them, but it soon realized that no matter how hard it pulled, it wouldn't budge even an inch.

Turning its head in confusion, it found the bald boy from before, clutching its tail with both of his hands.

He had a pained expression on his face as he used his whole body's strength to hold it in place.

Titus's feet were beginning to drag forward as he was starting to lose the battle of strength.

But for Arvell, this was more than enough.

Arvell blurred once more as he shot towards the beast like an arrow.

He ran up the beast's tail in a desperate struggle to reach its head.

It was now or never!

He climbed to the beast's head and prepared to kill it once and for all.

However, the beast finally broke free from Titus's grasp, causing its body to lurch and Arvell to lose footing.

Before Titus could react and hold it back in place, the Python smashed its tail into his chest, sending him flying.

Now that one pest was dealt with, it was time to deal with the other!

Namely, the silver-haired ant on its back!

The snake thrashed around madly as Arvell struggled to keep himself afoot.

He was slowly losing his grip.

If he fell now, his life was basically forfeit.

In an act of desperation, Arvell plunged the flaming stick into its one remaining eye.

"HISSSSSSSSS!"

The snake hissed in pain as its punctured eyeball burst into flames.

"Dumb*ss, I was waiting for you to open your big fat mouth!" Arvell yelled in satisfaction.

[Inventory]

He pulled out one of the remaining incendiary bombs he'd stored in his inventory.

"Enjoy your last meal, you overgrown worm!"

Arvell leaned over the snake's head while using the impaled stick to keep his balance before chucking the incendiary bomb into the snake's mouth.

Something the snake unknowingly swallowed due to its lack of eyesight.

Arvell knew he only had a few seconds to act.

He jumped off the Python and used every ounce of Aether he had left in his systems, squeezing out every last drop he could muster.

[Warp]

*BOOM*

A massive explosion rang out, surrounding the area in a plume of flames.