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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!! 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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Narcissistic, Really?

'A Northern' stood expressionlessly, watching the mayhem that its master wrought with a crude laughter plastered on his face.

Up until now, it had been doing its work of diligently cutting apart the viscera of the slain monsters to harvest three beast cores each.

But right now, that task proved to be quite a daunting one. Regardless, the clone stood with no shred of expression on its face.

It was like a statuesque version of Northern, only that this statue had more flesh than stone.

Black flames eerily illuminated this area of the forest. Even Mr. Fluffy had to take a brief pause.

As compared to before, from a small interloper to an enormous abhorrent harbinger of crude and unforgiving lacerations.

Before its stalwart brown teeth, and lightning speed, even the Bulfors who are born predators now had no choice but to become prey.