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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 Disaster That Was Wrought In Sloria [Part 5]

The scenery darkened quickly; lusterless black flames with a vicious and unforgiving nature ignited around Northern and surged forth like night wraiths.

Painting the environment with guttural screams and ambient marks of destruction.

Northern did not mind the noise; they were music to his ears.

He pitied them really; if at least they had decided to join Raven… maybe… just maybe they could have been spared.

Black flame is an easy way for him to kill people without feeling like he killed people.

Having the vicious and unending flame burn them till they were nothing still felt better than directly stabbing them with his sword.

Although that did not mean it had any less effect in promoting his proficiency with the Void.

Sadly, Northern did not seem to even be caring about that anymore.

He nonchalantly walked amidst the flames like an emissary of its essence, deaf-eared to the screams and cries of agony as the flames danced around.