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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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Do You Have What It Takes?

The thunderous sound that came from his surroundings jarred his heart, shaking him awake just as his state of slumber began to near its end.

Northern's eyes slowly unfolded, the lines of stress beneath it quite evident.

Propping himself up, he supported his whole body with his arms and spent a couple of seconds trying to come back to reality.

His muscles still felt a bit sore and tense, but it was bearable. The fact that he could pick himself up was a testament to that.

Northern then belatedly looked around with his blue eyes, absorbing every sight that came into view.

A slight frown creased his brow as he inquired irritably;

"Where the fuck am I?"

The walls were ashen and antique, cracks ran across them in several areas, and cobwebs made a nest for themselves at their corners; tattered and burnt red curtains shielded the interior from the shimmers of light that danced outside.