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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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What Do You Fight For?

With how unseemly the situation had become, Northern stared indifferently with an eerie calmness.

His stance was slightly bent, extending the Mortal Blade in the pursuit of blood and flesh… to render the terror that stood before him asunder…well, terrors.

One of them was enough trouble already.

Well, it was unsure if he remembered how much of difficulty facing Night Terror posed or even though his consciousness was lost in the cold darkness of oblivion, his instincts still carved a memory of fear from that encounter.

Maybe he was tentatively looking at them right now because of the unspoken, unthought memories of fear that coursed not through his head but rather his muscles.

The two terrors stood apart from him, one holding a wicked, corrupted pole steel with sharp needle like edge almost kissing the ground.