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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 group continued their journey toward the dark elven territory, the atmosphere shifted around them. Jace frowned, his senses keenly attuned to the changes. The air was heavy with a tension that seemed to hum with energy, a palpable contradiction to the usual dark and mysterious aura of the region.

The light energy in the atmosphere was unexpected, and it unsettled Jace. He had known the dark elves to be a reclusive and enigmatic species, their magic and society steeped in shadows and secrecy. The presence of such a strong and pure energy source was an anomaly that demanded attention.

"What do you make of this, Jace?" Gareth asked, noticing his leader's furrowed brow.

Jace shook his head, trying to piece together the situation. "It's unusual, to say the least. The dark elves thrive in the shadows. This level of light energy isn't natural for them. It's as if something—or someone—is deliberately altering the balance here."

Prelude To A Confrontation With The Order