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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 · Fantasia
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690 Chs

I'm Enough

The numbers alone made their hearts squeeze with pain; this was bound to be utter failure.

Alystren's clenched fist trembled as he took sight of them all, turning his eyes around.

'I'm going to die...'

He lowered his brows, and a dark, broken expression appeared on his face.

Shin was beside him but did not have time to see how the old joker was doing. He was equally as conflicted as Alystren was, after all.

Every single one of them, except Northern's summons, wore an expression of failure on their faces.

Ryan had light concern on his, but the depth of his gaze insinuated that the gravity of the situation had set in.

He, however, in contrast to the rest, had a faint glimmer of hope burning in his cold eyes. He turned to Northern.

"What are we going to do?"

"That's quite an obvious question you ask, boy."

Northern jammed his fists together, taking a few steps closer to the monsters with a mad grin.