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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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The Strong Lady [Part 2]

The chill of the arena bit into Raven's skin, but the cold was the least of her concerns. Her focus was riveted on the imposing figure across the icy expanse.

Krullgath's massive frame was almost statuesque, his bone axe glinting under the frost-coated torches that circled the arena.

Every inch of him exuded a raw, almost primal power that belied a cunning intelligence.

Raven's grip tightened on her swords.

Nightfall—which she had always wielded before coming to Stelia—and Edge—which she gained after one phenomenal battle—hummed with a barely restrained energy, a dim white light enveloping their blades, a stark contrast against her ebony armor.

She could feel their subtle weight, which had become an extension of her very will and body, ready to slice through the air with lethal precision.

As the silence hung thickly in the air, Krullgath made the first move.