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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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Northern Vs Caladhel [Part 2]

Cal after gritting his teeth, swung to his feet and snarled:

"Velocity Dash!"

He disappeared, drawing a straight line of speed that caused even the snow to rise up in awe of it. Cal closed the distance in an instant. His sword arced through the air, with a trail of lightning.

Northern barely managed to bring the Mortal Blade up to parry. The clash sent shockwaves through his arms, nearly numbing them.

He was already very tired but was painfully managing to hold on and being careful enough not to extinguish his reserve of void essence, since he still had to deal with whatever Raven was dealing with in that mountain, or at the very least be of reasonable help to her.

Gritting his teeth, Northern pushed back, using the momentum to create space. He shifted his stance, embracing the irregularity of Chaos. And once again moving so erratically and formlessly that Cal's gaze went here and there, unsure what to predict or expect.