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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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Infiltration

The entire desert trembled because of one human's furious steps.

Jeci moving through the storm was like a storm splitting the red sand in a certain direction, behind her was a hill of sand and dust that rose like angry waves.

She was more than just a running warrior, she looked like a powerful force of nature that no one would dare to go against.

Even from afar, the substitute gatemen were already glaring, with their weapons at hand pointed forward in alertness of any strange attack.

"It looks like a storm coming," one said to his partner.

"I do hope it stops at that," the other said with a paler expression laying on his face.

Suddenly the storm disappeared and everything calmed down, the rising waves of dust from afar slowly settled down.

Both of them examined the distance with meticulous caution, before the one that had first spoken said again.

"Looks like it's gone?"