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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

<p>Jace lay in a growing puddle of his own blood, his breaths shallow and labored. Each gasp sent a searing pain through his chest, where the blade of Jareth and Vincent's treachery still protruded. The chamber, once filled with the sound of clashing magic, was now eerily silent, save for the ragged sound of his breathing.</p>

<p>As his vision flickered and dimmed, memories flooded back to him, moments of his life replaying in vivid detail. The image of his uncle Jason's scornful eyes loomed large in his mind, a constant reminder of how he was seen as a waste, a disgrace to the family name. The prestigious family he was born into—a lineage known for producing the most powerful gifted individuals—had regarded him as nothing more than a burden.</p>

Confronting The Order 3: The Death Of Jace