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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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The Deciding Night [Part 2]: Meeting An Old Friend [Part 1]

In the depths of the river that parted Lotheliwan forestry and the desert plains of Sloria, an aquatic horror lay passive in the depths of the water.

Despite the air of devastation that was being carried around on both regions, the surface of the river was perfect and still, mirroring the two crescent moons that backed each other in the cold bosom of the sky.

Crawling on top of the river bank was a slightly big worm, almost the size of a snake. It seemed to have just finished devouring a considerable chunk of the dead monsters that lay afar the river.

It crawled on the dry sand slowly and soon dove into the water.

Towards the left side of the river bank where the worm had entered stood a small boy with black hair. He was bending down and keenly observed the worm till it entered into the river.

Then he looked at the river itself with a determined look in his eyes.