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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.

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A Fierce Showdown [Part 2]: Flames Of A Paragon

Northern glared at the approaching storm—even as the waves rose to an intimidating height, forming a wall that nearly touched the sky, his eyes remained steady and unyielding, staring intensely into the storm.

Meanwhile, Night Terror and Black Mamba dealt with the other monsters, viciously spilling blood across the surface of the ocean without a care in the world.

Northern didn't care about what they were doing and didn't need to.

Right now, it looked like the Kirithon had accepted his challenge for a final showdown.

Northern wasn't entirely sure if the monster would show itself; it had no reason to honor his words, given that all the advantages were on its side.

But he was sure that the next attack from the Kirithon would be incredibly strong.

And he was ready to retaliate with even greater force.

He was determined to show the monster that there was a vast difference in power between them.