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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.

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He is HIM [Part 1]

Northern was in no great mood to answer the question. Moreover, as the man asked, several more hijackers poured out of the ship's cabin.

At a glance, Northern could tell they were of a different caliber from the ones he had just dealt with on the ship.

'Those ones were supposed to be distractions?'

Perhaps they had wanted to significantly reduce the number of drifters on the ship, or tire them out.

Because they wouldn't have sent these lots to attack with those easy-to-kill bastards.

Northern let out a bitter smile. He felt his mouth sour with pity as he watched a confident grin rise up the man's lips because more people surrounded him.

He glanced down. The rifleman had stopped moving, just intermittently shivering like he was having hiccups.

Northern didn't feel bad for him, or for any of them but he thought of what he was going to do to them right now...

His mouth contorted bitterly.