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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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Lord Of The Castle

Perhaps because he could see it from afar—before when they were led to the battlefield, he couldn't get a good glimpse of the kingdom of Red Mine because it sprawled right behind him.

It was a magnificent sight, yet crude in a disturbing way; the kingdom of Red Mine was like a scar upon the earth, its towering red mountains stretching endlessly into the horizon under the perpetual shroud of the grey, starless sky.

The land itself bore the hue of dried blood, as if a rain of blood had endlessly plagued the land at some point in the past.

Situated at the edge of this foreboding domain loomed a grim fortress. It was the first point of entry before heading towards the Red Mine, which was weird—considering that most kingdom castles were always centered in the middle of the kingdom.

But the castle of Red Mine sat at the edge of the kingdom.

Its weathered stone walls rose defiantly from the rugged terrain, bearing the scars of centuries past.