Plunder Talent, Starting from Unlimited Copy

The sun was shining brightly.

In the Irises Knight Preliminary School.

On the training ground made of yellow mud and wooden stake dummies, more than 30 teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old were practicing the boring basic swordsmanship while talking about the famous figures in the school.

"Hey, do you know that Burger, who is in the same level with us, has now been promoted to level-3 knight apprentice?"

"Grade one? Level 3? It's only a few months since the new semester began? That's awesome!"

"Many Grade Two seniors can't reach the level-3 knight apprentice, right?"

"Well, I also heard that Burger has won the favor of count and will be engaged to Princess Julie in a month!"

"Ah! Beautiful and gentle Princess Julie, she is a goddess in my dream! Is this the treatment of a talented young man? Why is it his turn to do anything good?"

"You are so annoying!"

In the corner of the training field, Marcus didn't take part in the gossip. Instead, he was silently cutting the woodpiles.

He was sweating profusely and exerted all his strength in every sword attack!

"602!"

"603!"

There was no doubt that he was the most hardworking student in the first grade. Even without teaching supervision, he would still work hard to train.

But his section of level-1 knight apprentice lasted for half a year. He trained hard every day, but there was still no progress.

"This boy is not suitable to be a knight. His only talent is to go home as soon as possible and inherit the family title. He will be good for nothing!" Tristan, the iron-faced teacher in the school, had ever made such a comment on Marcus.

It had to be said that this evaluation was right!

Because he did not have any talent.

However, Marcus was not reconciled!

"Crack!"

The 604th strike hit the dummy's wooden pile head. The reaction force made Marcus's arms sore and numb. He couldn't even hold the wooden sword in his hand, and finally fell to the ground awkwardly.

"Hey, Marcus, aren't you practicing sword? Why did your sword fall to the ground while practicing?"

Jett, the leader of the class, immediately found that Marcus was embarrassed.

For a talented young man like Burger, Jett could only admire him. Only with a fool like Marcus could he regain his confidence

"You can't even hold your sword. Do you still want to be a knight?"

"Marcus, are you here for fun?"

Ignoring Jett's mockery, Marcus picked up the wooden sword silently and sat on the edge of the field to have a rest. Suddenly, he complained in a low voice, "Three years have passed! I'm a bronze chicken! I'm so ashamed of my peers in transmigrator's group!"

Yes, it was a transmigrator.

He had traveled to this world three years ago.

Similar to the chaotic middle ages of Western Europe, there were powerful knights in this world who could split mountains with a sword strike; it also had the legendary mage whose skill was whimsical.

The occupation of the mage was so mysterious that even Marcus didn't know much about it.

As for the knight, as long as you exercise you were strong enough, that's the direction most people work hard.

From low to high, the ranks of the knight were apprentice, formal knight, big knight, earth knight, sky knight, and dragon knight.

And the legendary saint domain knight!

It was said that the three dragon knight members could keep the peace of the country for a hundred years, and the foreign enemies didn't dare to violate it.

As for Marcus had been trying his best to wield his sword for three years. He was still the lowest class knight apprentice, and even among the apprentice, he was the worst one

And what made Marcus most sad was his family background.

He was born in the viscount family, which was not as good as the others. He had been well-off since childhood, and his parents were still alive. The relationship between his family members was very harmonious.

The living environment was too comfortable!

It was known to all that people who didn't have a miserable childhood couldn't achieve anything, and transmigrators, whose both parents died, often had a bright future.

As for the transmigrator, Marcus came from an ordinary family! His talent was ordinary! As for the golden finger, he didn't have it at all!

"I've traveled a long way here. Is that it?"

Can't you just give me a little hatred like killing my father and taking my wife?

Golden finger didn't follow the routine at all!

What's the purpose of my time travel?

The only thing worth comforting was that Marcus had a handsome face that exceeded the average. Compared with his previous appearance in the Blue Star, he could have made his debut in the C position. Maybe he could stop a Lamborghini on the road. "Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

But in this world dominated by knights and mages, what was the use of being handsome alone?

Handsome?

Well, it seemed that he could still find a rich woman like a mage in this world.

However, Marcus was not reconciled. He didn't come here to be a mistress!

He wanted someone else to be his mistress!

Strength matters! Understand?

Therefore, Marcus had been working hard on his cultivation. He wanted to be a handsome man with both appearance and strength!

But according to the current progress, it was difficult for him to graduate from the Irises Knight Preliminary School. After all, only when he reached the level of formal knight could he get the graduation certificate in three years.

It was much more difficult than the graduation certificate in his previous life

"Burger!"

Marcus thought of the talented young man who had recently risen.

Her cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had won the princess's heart!

Marcus seriously suspected that this man must have taken his script, but he had no evidence!

Helpless, Marcus could only sigh, "It would be great if I had his talent!"

"Ding Dong!"

At this moment, an emotionless electronic female voice suddenly sounded:

"Infinite copy system is activating. Binding host.

"Ding, done binding!"

System interface appeared in Marcus's mind:

"System Name: unlimited replication."

"Host: Marcus."

"Host's talent: preliminary talent of the knight, no talent for the mage."

"Duplicated talent: No."

"System store: host is not powerful enough to open!"

"System replica: host is not qualified to open!"

"System suggestion: please search for a cultivation genius as soon as possible, copy the other's talent and carry out self-upgrade!"

"It's coming! It's finally coming!"

At this moment, Marcus was so excited that his whole body trembled. He looked up at the sky and shouted excitedly, "Three years! I finally waited for the golden finger! It's been three years!"

Endless copies!

Without too much explanation, Marcus quickly understood what it meant.

If some people were the favorite of God and had an excellent talent for cultivation, Roger could copy this kind of talent for cultivation to himself through the system and make himself a genius!

This was a powerful cheating program!

Thinking of this, Marcus suppressed his excitement and immediately left.

Soon, he saw the talented young man in another class on the training ground of swordsmanship.

Burger!