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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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658 Chs

The Dismay

Both of their eyes bore boorishly into each other's soul.

Sura stood there, blank and unreadable, his gaze drenched with serenity. His eyes were a midnight shade of blue and were fixated on Northern.

Northern also responded with the same level of serenity, only filled with more coldness.

They seemed like vicious snakes, calmly assessing each other and could lunge at each other at any moment.

Sura raised his head a little bit. Northern was still smiling solemnly at him, waiting for what the man was going to do.

Finally, Sura's voice resounded:

"You ungrateful cunt. After I taught you how to swing a sword, you shall swing it against me?"

Northern's brows furrowed a little bit. Sura's statement made him uncomfortable.

Because he actually owed his growth greatly to the voice and had mentally prepared himself to make the voice his master.