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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

Aldric's grip on the heroes tightened, and with a flick of his wrist, he propelled them through the chamber doors. The walls of the chamber shimmered with an ethereal glow as they were ushered into a new room, the air thick with the chill of anticipation.

The room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere felt different—heavier, almost oppressive. The air was filled with a quiet hum of power, resonating from the machinery that lined the walls. In the center of the room stood two large glass tubes, each filled with a strange, shimmering liquid that cast an eerie glow across the floor.

As they were moved closer, the contents of the tubes became visible. In the first tube floated a dark elf girl, her eyes closed, her expression serene yet haunting. In the second tube was a woman, her features strikingly familiar to Jacin, her face a mirror of Jacin's own.

"I also promise, Mother"