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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Here's the link to the discord server: https://discord.com/invite/XVNaUKEPmb 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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Talent Harvest [Part 2]

It happened so fast! All he could hear were the screams of his comrades.

They had put so much at stake to come all the way to this place because the princess was that important.

After so much searching, they had finally found her. They'd be able to make her happy, to let her rest.

That was the least consolation. There was royal blood; finally, the ritual was going to be complete. The second coming was very nigh.

All they needed to do was propagate the gateway for their return.

It was just that alone.

And someone, a completely unknown and unexpected variable, had appeared and messed up their plans!

The cult leader's mind ran helter-skelter, discombobulated by the reality before him.

A blade burning with black flames and yellow sparks pointed directly at his eyes.

But he didn't seem to care at the moment; all that was in his mind was his aggravating failure.

'Why? Why? Why? Why have I failed her?!' his mind cried.