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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

As Jace crouched in the shadows, his newly heightened senses picking up every detail of the intruders' conversation, the power of his transformation radiated through the forest, like a beacon in the night. His presence did not go unnoticed.

In the heart of Draconis City, far from the forest clearing, an ancient mansion stood silent and foreboding. Inside, in a grand, dimly lit chamber, the most powerful vampires of the city gathered, their expressions tense. They had all felt the surge of primal energy—the unmistakable aura of a newly transformed, extraordinarily powerful werewolf.

At the head of the chamber, seated on an ornate throne, was a figure of regal and fearsome beauty. She was Liora, the Queen of the Night, the strongest vampire in the world. Her presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Her long, dark hair framed a face that was both timeless and ruthless, her eyes glowing with an ancient power.

Queen Of The Night