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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 air in the chamber was suffocating, filled with a tension so thick it felt as though the very atmosphere might crack under the weight of the grief and rage that permeated the room. The remnants of the battle lay scattered around Jace's lifeless form, his once vibrant presence now reduced to a haunting silence that echoed through the hearts of his friends and allies.

Vincent and Jareth stood at the edge of the chaos, their expressions twisted into mocking grins as they surveyed the scene before them. Their laughter rang out, sharp and cruel, cutting through the somber air like a knife.

"You see, Jace always thought he was so special," Jareth sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "All that power, all that potential, and yet here he lies, as fragile and broken as any other fool who dared to challenge us."

Confronting The Order 4: Jacin Transformation