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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

Fenrir fumed in his room at another inn, far from The Hammered Anvil. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his imposing figure, but his mind was fixated on one thing: the humiliating defeat he had suffered at the hands of a teenage boy.

He replayed the battle in his mind, each moment of their clash burning in his memory. The way Jace had effortlessly parried his attacks, the sheer versatility of the Aetherblade, and the blinding light of the Sunflare Burst that had left him disoriented. It all gnawed at his pride and sense of honor.

Fenrir's claws dug into the wooden table, leaving deep grooves. He had been bested, not by a seasoned warrior, but by a boy who wielded a weapon that rightfully belonged to him. The promise of the Dawnfire Blade had been more than just an agreement; it was a symbol of his power and status.

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