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Jace Norman, a boy born with an incurable sickness, making him weak amongst his peers.


To make matters worse for him, he even failed to awaken any ability even if it was a Beta Level ability.

All of these changed on a fateful night where he was trapped outside the Walls and was left to die at the monsters that roams the wastelands.


After running for what seems like an eternity, he eventually succumbed to his fatigue and fell to the ground waiting for his death to come.


"this is the end of my pitiful life, father I'm sorry that I could not fulfill the dream you had for me, I'm truly sorry" he said as he closed his eyes.


But death didn't answer his calls but something else or in his case, somethings.

**Ding**
**Ding**
**Ding**

My Naphalem Hybrid System

Jace stood in the center of the Norman Family's private training ground, a serene yet imposing space surrounded by high walls enchanted with protective spells. The sky overhead was clear, a deep blue that contrasted with the rich green of the meticulously maintained grounds. Ancient oak trees bordered the area, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze.

In his hand, Jace held a wooden sword, its weight familiar and reassuring. He had spent countless hours in this place, honing his skills and pushing his limits. Today, though, his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Vincent Sinclair.

**Vincent Sinclair.** The name echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the threat that still loomed. Vincent, the mastermind behind the attack on Eve, and a member of the Sinclair family, one of the most powerful and influential families in the United Republic.

Training And The Return Of Jared