Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

69  Delusional Girl

Since the two preliminary examinations were completed, the examinees were all resting while awaiting their results.

Most of the examinees were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out the 'correct' answers for the written examination, while others speculated about the contents of the final round of the examination.

There was also the group blankly staring at the sky, trying to escape reality.

Almost all of the examinees appeared to be suffering from their own version of PTSD.

Post-Test Stress Disorder.

While there was another group full of people waiting confidently for their results, not many were a part of this group.

Arvell on the other hand was a part of his own group.

He wasn't used to socializing much with other kids his age, so he wasn't going to just go up and start a conversation.

Furthermore having more people follow him around would be nothing less than a pain.

He wanted to spend his time training, but that would attract too much attention.

Instead, he decided to just read his book.

Some might say that he was being too introverted, but since when did he care what others thought about him?

Unless Arvell had something he wanted or had to give some a certain impression of himself, Arvell would much rather keep to himself and further increase his strength.

Of course, if they wanted to fight him, he would be more than happy to oblige.

But only if that fight would allow him to get stronger.

Fighting people who were far stronger, or far weaker than him wasn't too useful after all.

Unless of course, they could teach him something he didn't know before.

Arvell was reclining while flipping through the pages of the book in his hand.

*Click Click Click*

Hearing the clicking of what appeared to be high-heels approach him, Arvell lazily turned his head to face the source.

Only to find a woman staring right at him.

'Hmm? She can see me? Even with me hiding my presence?'

Arvell was visibly confused by the whole situation.

How did a kid, moreover someone his own age manage to see through him hiding his presence?

That made no sense!

The only way for her to have found him would be if she had intentionally looked for him.

Systematically scanning every seat in the waiting hall.

But… What did she want with him to go so far?

Seeing her stare at him, as if she was looking at prey, Arvell sighed.

'Of course… She's after me cause of my appearance…'

Arvell ignored her at that point, returning to reading his book.

"Hey, you! Don't just look away!" The girl's face contorted with anger.

How dare this man ignore her?

"Just because you're a little handsome, doesn't give you the right to ignore me! Know your place, you filthy commoner!"

'Hey Lykos, is this what most nobles are like to commoners?'

'Hmm… most of them aren't this bad, she seems to be a 'special case'.'

'Greeeaaat… Just what I need… another self-righteous prick… I saw too many people like this at parties, but the last time I was a prince and didn't see this side of them.'

Arvell turned his head back to the girl.

Her breathing visibly got heavier the instant she got a good look at his face, even her chest started visibly rising and falling.

He felt a sense of disgust welling up in him the longer he looked at the girl.

At this point, Arvell would rather just leave.

But leaving now would only come across as a sign of weakness.

He needed to stand his ground and just ignore her.

What was she going to do?

Attack him?

Arvell could behead her within a fraction of a second if she really tried anything like that.

While he might not be able to survive the aftermath, he was more than confident in killing the bitch before him, if she really did try anything.

'Arvell, there are better ways to handle these kinds of confrontations, instead of relying on just brute force. Just follow my instructions, and I'll teach you one of my more 'useful' techniques! I call it… The face slap.'

'Face slap? Didn't you just say that I shouldn't rely on using brute force?'

Lykos smiled.

'The face slap isn't an attack that does much using brute force. It's the emotional and mental damage that's the truly deadliest part of this art. This skill is so deadly, that it can reduce grown men into crying children. Physical wounds may heal, but healing damage to the mind is oftentimes irreversible.'

'Ho? I like the sound of that.'

'Alright, I want you to do as I say…'

Hearing Lykos's words Arvell's lips curved up slightly.

'Oh? That sounds interesting! That might even be more fun than punching her in the face!'

Lykos nodded in agreement.

'Inflicting mental and emotional damage onto your enemies is often quite more satisfying than simply beating them up.'

'Well then, let's get this party started."

***

Arvell looked at the girl with a seemingly disinterested gaze.

"Do you need something?"

The girl's eyes widened.

'Even his voice is amazing! Ever since I saw him at the entrance gates, I just knew he was just perfect! I'll give him the honour of becoming my male pet! If I reveal my background to him, a small commoner boy like him would surely come! I'll even excuse his attitude from before! Aren't I a good master?'

She tried to compose her face but failed miserably.

This was the first time she had seen someone handsome enough for her to throw away all reason.

"You, commoner! I came here to give you the chance to join under me. From today onwards you're now my official male pet. Now kiss my foot to show me your sincerity!"

'Wh… what the fuck?'

Despite trying to follow Lykos's instructions, the girl's words completely confused Arvell.

Even Lykos wasn't any better.

'Is this kid high or something? Weren't any and all intoxicating herbs banned for children under the age of 18 in this country? Why would she take one before coming to an entrance examination?'

Arvell internally shook his head.

'I don't think that she's on anything… I think she's just mentally insane.'

While Arvell was shocked, he was also incredibly pissed at her attitude and her words.

For someone like Arvell who trained till his breaking point, all in order to have control over his life, the girl's words were something he never wanted to consider.

In fact, he would actually rather die than become her 'pet'.

If even someone who wanted to live as much as Arvell would rather die, that alone showed how much he loathed that girl's proposition.

And in extension, the girl who proposed it.

We have finally hit chapter 69!

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