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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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Clench Your Teeth

Northern watched with a heavy heart as his clones harvested the cores of the fallen monsters.

Remnants of the Lance's crude obsidian flames flickered upon the ground here and there, and the entire atmosphere had been contained.

Terence and Raven were also harvesting some cores, while Helena sat down, heaving unevenly, something clearly amiss from Northern's perspective.

But he decided to disregard it, as relations were strained between them after she had rashly voiced her thoughts.

He was not angry; in fact, thanks to her words, he was beginning to consciously scrutinize himself more than usual, but he would simply ignore her and abstain from involving himself in her affairs out of pettiness.

Raven rose up,

"The way forward?"

Northern lingered for a few moments, exchanging glances between the Corpse and the surroundings.

Raven observed him for a while, then said:

"They are mere monsters... why does it trouble you so?"