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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 didn't want to delay receiving a gift from an embodiment of darkness like this for too long.

With trembling hands, he outstretched his pale limbs and received the sword.

Then, without a word, the creature returned to where it was originally seated.

Northern could swear he didn't catch a glimpse of it moving. In fact, it looked like it had been seated there the whole time.

But Northern was sure the creature had come towards him – the sword was still in his hand, and his pores were widened, hair standing on end in alert.

Belatedly, as he looked at his hand, he noticed. A slight frown appeared on his face.

'When...?'

The chains that bound his legs and hands had dissolved into black sand.

Northern had no idea when this had happened; he was very sure the creature didn't come into contact with him in any way.