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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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Raise The Bars

Northern, of course, with Chaos Eyes and a dawning understanding of swordsmanship itself, could execute a sharper and swifter attack.

He parried a spear thrust, the weapon clanging against his blade, and countered with a quick, downward slash that severed his opponent's arm.

The White Walker screamed, a chilling sound that echoed through the hall, and Northern finished him with a swift strike to the neck.

[Congratulations, you have…]

Northern's eyes parted into two on each part and were lighted with a predatory glow as he moved through the darkness in the hall.

Each flicker of movement, every nuance in the White Walkers' stances, was laid bare before his eyes even when he seemed not to be watching.

He was taking his time to experiment with the lessons he had learned from the voice with the keywords:

"Hold your sword like a bird, firm enough that it won't escape but gentle enough not to crush it"