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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
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690 Chs

Prince Of Void

It was seamless, it was cold, it was unending, it was a shrewd feeling that couldn't even be sensed.

Because his senses were dead to begin with. But deep down in his subconscious, something could tell there was a feeling.

That part of the brain that stays passively active after the entire brain goes to sleep was watching. But with more intensive attention than what would qualify as subconscious.

The darkness was the space, the space was the darkness, there was nothing in the space that wasn't darkness.

And all that existed in this realm was just that—space and darkness.

But it wasn't just any other darkness. It was like clothes, it was as deep as blindness, the night or shadow couldn't compare to this kind of darkness.

It was the origin of nothingness, where creation had started.

Northern's subconscious watched a small orb of darkness separate itself from the space of darkness, whirling like a vortex and slowly growing bigger.