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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!! 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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The Warp Gate [Part 1]

The waiting room was filled with several other people, which made the air a mixture of different fragrances, transitioning from soft and tender to thick and choking, but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The place was an array of cushion chairs with different people sitting.

The portal officials would intermittently come around and call names.

Northern, the moment he entered the lobby, had gained a total count of how many people were sitting in the room.

He had managed to be able to suppress his Void Aura to the point where the chill just existed when one sat close to him; the pressure around him had also dropped, although slightly.

A mundane human might notice nothing, but a drifter who is quite perceptive would know immediately.

Which Northern didn't like; hopefully, with more practice, he'd be able to suppress it really hard or turn it into something else that is not a mood of intense power and depression around him.