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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 Thief Of Names

Northern's eyes glowed menacingly as he unleashed an upwards slash in that tight space. Krullgath was able to react quickly, parrying the attack even though he lost his balance.

However, that was a big mistake; it would have probably worked with any other opponent. It was a last-moment call that proved his reflex, but this Northern right now was a monster that had thirsted for the freedom from fear.

Just as the Commander lost his balance, an onyx blade viciously streaked towards him from below like a black mamba.

It was too late to react; even if he had the time, he couldn't have been reflexive enough to counter it when it was so low.

However, he could harden his body just like he had done before.

And so as the sword found its mark, it bounced off again. But a wild glee could be seen on Northern's face.

Which made the Commander very confused. Why the happiness? You didn't win, you bastard—was probably how he had thought at that moment.