Primordial Dimensions - Chapter 88 - Holy Being

【The first emperor of the Alabasta Empire, Ryan Rowan】Life

685 – crossing;

690 – Eat the Shasha fruit and develop the fruit ability based on the [Desert Emperor] Azir;

695 – Meets close friend Neferutari;

715 – Establishment of the Alabasta Empire;

719 – Rowan died in battle, on the eve of the establishment of the World Government;

720 – the establishment of the world government;

A blank hundred years begin.

…

Eight hundred years later.

Haiyuan Calendar 1507——

Due to the aftermath of the battle of Crocodile, who was the shasha fruit power user at the time, Rowan, who was sleeping, woke up.

…

On that day, one million imperial soldiers stood in Marin Van Doo, and the huge desert disc locked the Holy Land Mary Joa!

Rowan declared to the world:

Your emperor is back!

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

Yang Yi, along with everyone else, is thrust upon a Maritime Survival Game.Some lucky individuals possess special ships; the Iron Heart is armed to the teeth, the Swift Wind is so fast it’s almost invisible, and the Ironhead charges forward with a massive ram.Only the Nightmare, Yang Yi’s ghost ship, has strange and gory elements.The protagonist’s journey won’t be smooth sailing — this is not a story for the weak-hearted.

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