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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 hooded figure froze, eyes wide with fear. He glanced around, desperate for an escape, but there was none. "Who are you people?" he demanded, his voice trembling.

Jace, still focused on the bandit leader, spoke over his shoulder. "We're the ones making sure you don't terrorize anyone ever again."

The Black Bandits were now surrounded, their backs against the crumbling walls of the fortress with no way out. The air was thick with tension, and the sounds of clashing weapons and desperate shouts filled the encampment. The hooded man, realizing the dire situation, attempted to bargain for his life. "You have no idea who I am," he threatened. "If you let me go, I promise not to cause trouble for you."

Lucian, who had slipped back into the shadows, emerged with a mocking laugh. "That's all the more reason to get rid of you. We don't know you, and we certainly don't trust you."

Getting Rid Of The Black Bandits