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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Here's the link to the discord server: https://discord.com/invite/XVNaUKEPmb The convolution of worlds are govern by a set of gods, each god is given a world to rule and there can be skirmishes between them – as a result of one between Nexus, the god of trickery and a senile old hag Elliot reincarnated into Ul’Tra-el by mistake. Ul’Tra-el is a world that grew a voice, because of this voice, it began to take a different path from other worlds -- it was filled with a core anomaly – rifts. Dimensions began to leak into each other, vomiting outrageous monsters. In response or as an auto-correction to such anomaly, talents were awakened in the inhabitants of Ul’Tra-el and they gained tremendous power, for every rift they close down, they were rewarded massively by the voice of the world called Ul. In a hardcore world like this one, our MC (Northern) reincarnated as a talentless individual but in the face of a death and a head splitting revelation... ...when all hopes seemed lost. {System Notice} Your Soul cannot take a form Searching for Unique pattern ability for your soul searching... search found. Unique System ability has been found... Unique System Ability [CopyCat] has been gained. Awakening Unique ability... Northern gained a talent copying system! ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!!

RighteousFilth · Fantasy
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323 Chs

Do You Have What It Takes?

The thunderous sound thar came from all sides, jarred his heart, shaking him awake just as his state of slumber began to near its expiration.

Northern's eyes slowly unfolded, lines of stress squeezed beneath it.

Propping himself up, he supported his whole body with his arms and spent a couple of seconds trying to booth back to reality.

His muscles still felt a bit sore and tensed but it was bearable. The fact that he could pick himself up was a testament to that.

Northern then belatedly glided around with his blue eyes, absorbing every visualization that came in view.

A slight frown creased his brow as he inquired irritably:

"Where the fuck am I?"

The walls were ashen and antique, cracks ran across in several areas and cobwebs made a nest for themselves at the curving corners, tattered and burnt red curtains shielded the interior from the shimmers of light that danced outside.