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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!!

RighteousFilth · Fantaisie
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Who Is The True Horror Now? [part 1]

Amidst the vast, gloomy landscapes, the colossal mansion stood as an opulent architectural marvel, yet its former glory was now a haunting reminder of bygone times.

Once magnificent, the opulent edifice had fallen into a sinister ruin, ravaged by decades of neglect. Ivy snaked up the crumbling walls, obscuring the intricate carvings that once adorned the façade.

Windows, once welcoming sunlight, now stood shattered and hollow, their frames twisted and contorted.

The ornate roof, a crown of grandeur, sagged under the weight of time and decay.

As Northern stepped through the dilapidated entrance, an ominous darkness enveloped him, as if sentient shadows guarded the mansion, bidding him to retreat.

'Oh oh... quite strong,' he mused, unfazed by the foreboding atmosphere.

Dust and debris littered the once-pristine halls, the echoes of footsteps reverberating through the cavernous spaces.