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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 and Jared stood side by side in the training grounds, the vast space around them echoing with the anticipation of their next steps. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of newfound knowledge, yet a shared resolve emanated from them both.

"Alright, Jace," Jared began, his voice steady and filled with purpose. "Show me what you've learned."

Jace nodded, taking a step back and closing his eyes briefly to focus. When he opened them, a flicker of power coursed through his veins, and his body responded to his command. He moved with the grace and speed of a werewolf, his muscles rippling with newfound strength. A moment later, his eyes glowed with a soft, eerie light, hinting at his vampire heritage.

Jared watched in awe as his son demonstrated his agility and strength. "Incredible," he murmured, more to himself than to Jace.

Training, Learning And Vincent