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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

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!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

RighteousFilth · Fantasy
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658 Chs

The Need Arises!

But Northern pushed through.

However, the times he managed to get a glimpse of how Night Terror was doing made him perceive himself to be utterly weak.

The monster was barely escaping the claws and teeth of Corpse Eaters like he was.

Night Terror was being a menace and nothing more. In fact, it seemed to be having more fun than usual.

Northern gritted his teeth, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his veins as he felt himself becoming motivated to do better by the terrifying monster that once tried to kill him.

'Damnit! What am I even doing?' The question bore a weight on Northern's mind, almost threatening to slow his movement as a monster closed in.

But Northern twirled the silver dagger and twisted his waist, slipping past the hoisted attack of the crude critter.

He buried the dagger behind its neck and, with another twist, separated its body as the onyx blade cut through the air in a torrent of black gore.