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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 group made their way through the forest, the echoes of their victory over the Black Bandits still fresh in their minds. They had sent a message back to the Queen of the Night, detailing their success and requesting their reward. Now, they were focused on their next destination: the Beastkin land, known as Tharion.

Tharion was a mysterious and isolated region, home to a variety of beastkin species. Everyone on the planet knew that the beastkin did not welcome visitors from other species. Only the Normans were granted entry due to an ancient treaty and the mutual respect and fear that existed between the two groups. For anyone else, even gods, attempting to enter Tharion was a death sentence.

As they traveled, Lucian unfolded a map, tracing their route with his finger. "We're heading into Tharion," he said, his tone serious. "This isn't going to be easy. The beastkin are notoriously hostile to outsiders."