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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

The man sprinted through the shadowy hallways, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. The urgency of his mission lent speed to his steps, his heart pounding in his chest as he neared the grand hall. Pushing open the massive doors, he stumbled inside and fell to his knees before the throne where a white-haired man with striking blue eyes lounged, casually fiddling with his nails.

The white-haired man looked up, his expression one of mild curiosity. "What is it, Nathaniel? You seem rather agitated."

"My lord," Nathaniel panted, struggling to catch his breath. "I bring urgent news. There are two Normans in Draconis City. They've been seen mingling with the locals, enjoying the nightlife. They stand out due to their unique appearance."

Lord Jareth, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, finally showed a flicker of genuine interest. "Normans, you say? How fascinating. And they're getting... comfortable, you say?"