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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Here's the link to the discord server: https://discord.com/invite/XVNaUKEPmb 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!!

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The Last Dance [part 2]

The sound of steel reverberated throughout the chamber as Northern's black stiletto met Koll's claws in a shower of sparks.

His lithe form twisted and contorted, the Death Glare in his other hand tracing argent arcs as he sought an to rip to shred the castle lord's form.

"Definitely, your movements have gotten better, faster even. I'd be disappointed if you think this is what it will take to defeat me!"

Koll growled with a provocative grin on his pallid face. The monster was no easy foe.

He had perfect control of his mental state. Even though he seemed ultra pissed a few minutes ago, he now fought with Northern with the calmness of water and spared no opening in his defenses.

His visage twisted into a rictus of malice as he parried Northern's strikes with contemptuous ease, his claws a crimson blur of motion that danced perilously close to the warrior's flesh.