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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**

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Meanwhile, at The Hammered Anvil, the inn buzzed with the usual evening activity. The clinking of mugs, the hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. Suddenly, the doors of the inn flew open with a thunderous crash, and all noise ceased instantly. Fenrir stood in the doorway, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the room. Power radiated from him, an unsettling mix of dark energy and raw strength.

"Where is Jace?" Fenrir's voice boomed, echoing through the silent room. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for his target.

The patrons exchanged nervous glances, unsure how to respond. The innkeeper, a stout man with a kind face, stepped forward hesitantly. "I'm afraid Jace isn't here at the moment," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

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