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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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Devilish Behemoth - Dark Turtle [part 1]

Northern's words hung heavy in their hearts as they silently proceeded forward. Despite the harshness they conveyed, no one had decided to leave the group and head toward where there were fewer monsters.

Northern had delivered his point with that deliberate wickedness of words, hoping that they'd at least choose to save themselves.

But no one seemed broken enough to turn back. Or could it be that their respect and followership toward the Lieutenant was of greater fear than the fear of death?

If that was the case, he didn't think the source of their stubbornness was of a frivolous origin.

Perhaps the Lieutenant just held a more paralyzing fear that, as long as he was standing there, they'd rather die than give up.

'...or is it admiration? Huh? No way? You can't admire someone to the point of dying to please them,' Northern refuted in his head.

He truly didn't understand the bunch; he felt like he had lost touch of something.