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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 inn was a humble establishment, its wooden beams and stone walls giving it a rustic charm. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light and flickering shadows across the room. Jace and the others had gathered around a large, round table in the corner, taking a brief respite from their tense watch.

Lucian, ever the light-hearted soul, was in the midst of telling a joke, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, the mage says to the warrior, 'Why did you bring a sword to a spell fight?' And the warrior says, 'Because it's spell-ting!'"

Nyx chuckled softly, but Jade rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. She leaned closer to Nyx, her voice a low whisper, "Does he ever shut up?"

Nyx smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Jace Loses His Cool