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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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The Ultimate Price

The lethal dance continued, Northern's clone and feral Night Terror working in seamless tandem against their opponent.

Between sword slashes augmenting claw swipes at crucial moments, the disadvantaged lizard began to slow. Gaping wounds liberally leaked dark ichor while massive chest heaves competed for oxygen to fuel flagging muscles.

Yet ferocious temper still burned in its eyes.

The towering enemy knew that to surrender meant obliteration.

Its kind were made to fight until the last spark guttered out. No gentle slide into darkness—only the ecstasy of combat until jaws closed upon the dying breath at last.

The lizard rushed, heedless and without restraint, accepting its own gruesome end if it meant bringing even one of its adversaries alongside.

Enraged death throes shook the blood-slicked ground.

Mighty thews strained desperately as it grappled with Night Terror once more.