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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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Warfront [part 5]

A thunderous roar shakes the battlefield as the two monstrous generals collide in a paroxysm of violence.

Night Terror and the lizard hellion unleash bloodcurdling shrieks, drowning out even the cacophony of the surrounding melee.

Onlookers scatter as the generals slam together with the unstoppable force of a volcanic eruption. The earth itself seems to tremble in terror at the titanic energies barely contained within these bloody avatars of war.

As they grapple, veins bulge from straining necks coated in armor-like hide and scale.

Bicep muscles knot as sinewy arms shove against each other with enough strength to cleave metals.

Showers of sparks erupt anytime their claws rake across toughened exterior plates, screeching with the promise of pain to come once softer innards lie exposed.

Beady reptilian eyes bore into four glowing crimson orbs radiating gleeful malice.