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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

The convolution of worlds are governed 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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The Art Of Language

Northern gazed at the young king before him. Ulzred's eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness.

The boy's enthusiasm was almost tangible.

"Language is much like swordplay," Northern began, his voice calm and measured. "Both require grace, practice, and a deep understanding of subtle movements. Today, we start a new journey."

As Northern spoke, he realized that his what he had just said again deepened his understanding of swordplay.

Ulzred's youthful face tightened in concentration. "Will it be hard?"

Northern chuckled softly. "Not as hard as it seems, if you listen closely and trust in your own abilities."

He motioned for Ulzred to sit on a nearby flat stone, its surface smoothed by time. The boy king settled down, his eyes fixed on Northern.

Northern paced slowly in front of him, choosing his words carefully.