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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.

RighteousFilth · ファンタジー
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The Hijackers [Part 2]

In the distance, obscured from each other by the clouds, an airship hovered, cutting through the cover like a predatory beast stalking its prey.

It was darker in appearance, with jagged edges along its hull, unlike the smooth, polished surface of the soul vessel.

The sails were tattered but not from wear—rather, they seemed intentionally designed to whip the air like wings of some nightmarish creature.

It had an angular shape, almost birdlike, though warped and twisted, as though the materials had been forcibly bent into a malevolent formation.

Its hull bore scars of past battles, dents and gashes where the metal looked like it had been patched over hastily.

Black symbols were etched into the sides, intricate designs resembling ancient runes. Unlike the vessel, they seemed to be dead, broken, and lost to the weariness of the dark vessel.