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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
700 Chs

Kid Koll

Silence ensued between them. Neither said a word for the next few minutes; they just glared at each other.

Then the boy moved. He sprinted towards Northern, leaning forward with his hands behind his back.

As he entered Northern's space, he dropped into a low stance and swiped a sweeping kick, hoping to make Northern fall, or at least stumble.

But Northern was gone.

The boy frowned and quickly sprang up, twisting his body mid-air to locate the white-haired boy.

When he spotted Northern, it was already too late—Northern's fist was inches away from his face.

It connected with the force of a battering ram, sending him flying. His body rolled through the air like a ragdoll, slammed against the white wall, and slumped down lifelessly.

The boy quickly stood up, but Northern was faster. His kick smashed the boy's face to the side, sending him tumbling on the floor.

"I told you, didn't I? Things would be different."