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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 · Fantaisie
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An Execution

CHAPTER 605

Northern's grin stretched wider, a glint of dark amusement sparking in his Chaos Eyes.

The Guardian's renewed arm flexed, its grotesque sinews pulsating with crimson energy as if mocking his assault.

Yet Northern remained unfazed, the frost swirling around him intensifying as the temperature in the chamber plummeted further.

Lieutenant Dante, despite standing far away, could see dark frost subtly spreading around his exposed hand. The cold wasn't biting or in any way beyond normal, but it spread dangerously.

'His power is dangerous...' The Lieutenant thought with a tight frown on his face.

"I wonder how long you can keep regenerating parts of your body. Looks like in a while, I'll be having a much more enjoyable battle." Northern's voice resounded with the hint of an insane glee.

The Guardian lunged again, faster this time, its hands extending into claws, slicing through the air like a storm of razors.