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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 · ファンタジー
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755 Chs

A Song Of Metal

Fizziness didn't begin to describe what he was feeling, Northern's eyes blurred as he forced them open. There was a burning sensation in his left shoulder, he held it tightly as he let out a low groan while trying to sit up.

Northern lowered his head for a few seconds, the fog swirling around his head was as thick as ever, and it was reflected by the listless look in his eyes.

Then he raised his head to take in his surroundings.

The new surroundings were shrouded in darkness, underlit by glowing crimson objects.

His back was laid against a rocky edge, and the cold wind sneakily bit into his face. Most of his body was covered by Eternal Twilight so he didn't feel it as much.

He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain pierced through his left hand; with his shoulder impaled, his hand felt stiff and pale like a bloodless vessel.