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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 clash between Jacin and her adversaries raged on, their powers colliding with the ferocity of a storm at sea. Each movement was a blur, each strike a crescendo in the symphony of battle that filled the chamber. As the battle unfolded, the air was thick with the tension of two forces vying for supremacy.

Jacin's mind was a whirlwind of focus and determination. Her wings carried her with speed and precision, weaving through the deadly storm of Jareth's elemental assaults. His mastery of earth and fire was formidable, the ground beneath them shifting and buckling as he directed his attacks with unrelenting force.

Yet, Jacin's agility and foresight gave her the upper hand. She anticipated his movements, evading each surge of flame and each spike of stone with a deftness that left Jareth frustrated. Her claws sliced through the air, each strike aimed with pinpoint accuracy, forcing him to constantly reassess his position.

The Serpent