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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**

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Liora stood on the balcony of her palace, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the first rays of the morning sun bathed the land in a golden glow. The warmth of the sunlight touched her face, and a serene smile traced its way across her lips. The peaceful scene contrasted sharply with the turmoil that often surrounded her kingdom, but in this quiet moment, she felt a rare sense of tranquility.

The palace grounds below bustled with activity as servants and guards went about their morning routines. Birds chirped cheerfully in the gardens, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Liora took a deep breath, savoring the freshness of the morning.

As she stood there, lost in thought, a soft knock on the door interrupted her reverie. She turned to see her trusted advisor, Alistair, standing respectfully at the entrance to the balcony.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Alistair greeted with a slight bow. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

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