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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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Something Different [Part 2]

"How strange."

The Lieutenant's voice carried a subtle concern while radiating interest at the same time.

They were standing in the middle of literal nothingness, shrouded by a blood-red sky and a ground that seemed like the remnants of the sky's drool.

His hand moved beneath his nose, gently caressing it while simultaneously blocking the throat-violating stench that assaulted their senses.

"My liege, I will scout the area with Rafel," Shane, the red-haired lady, quickly suggested, bowing her head before the Lieutenant.

Without paying much attention to her, he waved his wrist nonchalantly, giving her permission.

Immediately, with her scarlet, blood-seeking eyes, she glared toward the introverted Rafel, making him almost shrink in response. Both of them vanished at nearly the same time.

Lieutenant Dante glanced at the sky, his eyelids half-closed, then shifted his gaze around. That was when he caught sight of an outsider.