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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 aftermath of the skirmish at the inn left the room in tense silence. The cloaked men lay either unconscious or too terrified to move. The flickering fire cast long shadows across their fallen forms, and the group's collective breath was heavy with the intensity of the confrontation.

Jace released the last man, who crumpled to the ground, clutching his throat and gasping for air. Jace turned to Jacin, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "We need to move. The leaders of Thorian will hear about this soon."

The others nodded in agreement. Lucian, his usual light-hearted demeanor replaced with steely resolve, was the first to step toward the door. "Let's get out of here before more trouble finds us."

Jonas Norman