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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 · Fantasie
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Dawn Of A Hypocrite

Northern stood aloof for some seconds, he craned his neck to stare at the sky a little bit.

Then as he brought his head down, he nodded.

"Yeah, I knew this was a stupid idea. What was I doing believing the nonsense you spoke of?"

He rolled the map and tucked it into his bag. Then gave Raven a pitiful look.

"Good luck in your future endeavors, young lady. Whether it is to kill a Sage or steal from one, I don't care. You are just insane, that's what you are."

A barely visible frown formed on Raven's face, almost a contortion of puzzlement.

"I don't understand. What about this plan displeases you?"

Northern had turned around and was about to walk away when he heard her. He paused, fiercely gritting his teeth within closed lips.

It felt as though her words were deliberately aimed to prickle him because what other explanation could there be.

'It is very likely that she's doing this intentionally. Calm down, calm down.'