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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 · Fantasía
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The Breakout [Part 2]

The boy was very young; if Northern summed up his age, he shouldn't be more than ten years old. His black hair was almost falling below his eyes and looked wet.

There was a wicked, unchildish look in his eyes; they were burning with a vicious light.

Northern knew without a doubt that something was not adding up. Either he had been tricked or he had fallen into a trap.

But something continued to bother him…

'The guy looks awfully familiar.'

He couldn't make out where he had seen the boy exactly, but he knew he had met him somewhere.

He was not about to waste his whole time figuring out where, though.

The boy was now standing on the other side of the prism, looking at the captive in it with a smile on his small lips.

He then raised his head to Northern, who still had a terrified expression on his face.

The boy placed both hands behind his back and walked around the prism to meet Northern, saying as he came: