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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
690 Chs

The Red Mist [PART 1]

The entire landscape panned out before them as they moved forward. Compared to before where everywhere was simple to navigate, things became a bit more complicated than that.

Their boots sloshed against a thin, murky film of water that clung to the ground, slippery as oil.

Step by step, the water rose, creeping up their ankles, then their shins, clinging with a cold grip that seeped through leather and cloth.

Each of their steps sank deeper, pulling harder as if the ground wanted to hold them there.

Northern, noticing what a toll this simple transportation was costing everyone, glanced at Ryan. A sly grin broke through the strain on his face. His eyes glinted, a challenge in their depths.

A wordless exchange passed between them, one that needed no explanation.

Ryan's brow furrowed, his jaw clenched—he knew what Northern was asking of him, even if he wasn't thrilled by it.