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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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Transversing The Glooomy Forest [part 1]

Where they were currently walking through was a gloomy forest, shrouded with a thick cold fog. Towering dark trees dominated the scene, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the dimly lit sky.

The forest was enveloped in thick shadows, obscuring their path and adding to the sense of foreboding that Northern felt, yet Night Terror strolled forward like it was no big deal, unhindered by the absolute darkness that blocked their path.

In contrast to the terror, the scrawny human that walked beside it could not see anything beyond or beside him.

All he could do was stick close to his nemesis… now turned temporary associate.

The dense foliage created an enclosure, as if the forest itself was a living entity, closing in on anyone who dared to venture within.

There was an absence of any sign of life, intensifying the feeling of isolation and mystery.