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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 the night deepened and the forest clearing remained quiet, another scene was unfolding not far away. A group of men, clad in shadows, gathered on a hill overlooking a city. The distant glow of streetlights illuminated the skyline, casting an eerie luminescence over their hidden forms. Their faces were obscured by darkness, but their presence radiated a palpable sense of menace and purpose.

"Can you believe the mess we're in now?" one of them hissed, his voice barely above a whisper but dripping with venom. "The Black Bandits were supposed to be our leverage, our pawns in the bigger game. And now they're gone."

Another figure, slightly taller and with an air of authority, nodded grimly. "The destruction of the Black Bandits has set us back significantly. The higher-ups are furious. This wasn't just a minor setback; it was a strategic disaster. They were our eyes and ears in this city, a way to control the chaos from the shadows."

The Order Of The Twilight Serpent