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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.

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Late comers

Metals clanged with each steps they took. People aligned on both left and right of the city as an array of drifters, shrouded in diverse can of armors reaped from their various kills.

The mundane people watched heartily as they made a way towards the end of the capital.

Pride could be seen etched across their differential faces, some rugged, some neat, some scarred.

Each and every single one of them watched the army of drifters with joy and repletion.

After so long, a move was being made to subjugate closest to the their settlement. The one that had caused their downfall.

The people were filled with nothing but excitement.

Their sons and daughters were part of this army of course but the major part was populated by the students who arrived a few months ago.

A lot had happened but their arrival culminated things for them in a good way.

And now, the end was starting.

At least that was what the people thought.