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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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676 Chs

Recklessness [Part 2]

Northern's eyes blazed with determination as he met Koll's charge head-on.

The room continued to tilt and break apart around them, but both combatants seemed oblivious to the impending doom, focused solely on their clash.

Grengar whirled in Northern's hands, its black-purple energy crackling as it met Koll's fiery spears.

The impact sent shockwaves through the crumbling space, causing more debris to rain down around them.

As they exchanged blows, the floor beneath them began to give way.

Northern felt the ground shift under his feet, but he didn't dare take his eyes off Koll.

Every strike, every parry, could be the difference between victory and defeat.

Northern deflected two of Koll's strikes, and before Koll could dive in for a counterattack, he used [Travel] and teleported to the other half of the white room, which was almost falling vertically downward.