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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

News of the incident in the alley quickly reached the ears of the Queen of the Night, Liora. Liora, a regal and commanding figure with a cold, calculating demeanor, listened to the reports with a growing sense of irritation. Her dark eyes flashed with anger as she absorbed the details of the battle and the involvement of Varrick.

"Hold Varrick responsible for the damages," she instructed her advisors with a dismissive wave of her hand. "From what I've heard, he initiated the fight. Ensure he is restrained and interrogated thoroughly. I want to know why he did what he did."

With the matter of Varrick dealt with, Liora turned her attention to the training grounds where Jace was practicing. Jace, one of her most promising warriors, was seamlessly fusing the two elements attributed to vampires: shadow and blood. His movements were fluid and precise as he struck at the training dummies positioned around the field.

Jace Training Relentlessly