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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 · Fantasie
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Down Below [Part 2]

Northern plunged deep into the depths of clouds, rustling through the intertwined vines.

With his weight, it was arduous for his momentum to cease abruptly, even though the vines were plentiful.

But it was seriously reduced, such that the damage from his fall was minimized enough for the Night Terror armor to absorb and dispel it.

After falling into the swamp, Northern laid there for a minute, having covered his face with the helmet of the armor and currently resembling a vile abomination laying in the water.

Gazing at the clouds.

From this vantage point, they were like skies, obscuring every single thing above.

Moreover, the lower parts of the pillars could nowhere be seen.

Which meant they were floating above the clouds.

Or was it all because of the clouds that they were floating?

Who knows, there could be some metaphysical concept at play in their gravitational field.