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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.

RighteousFilth · แฟนตาซี
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Light At The End Of The Tunnel

CHAPTER 105

The monster's hide rippled and stretched, sickening cracks reverberating through the air as its bones began to reform, reshaping themselves to accommodate the monstrous growth.

Thick, ropey tendrils of obsidian flesh burst forth from the creature's back, writhing and undulating like serpents as they extended outward, their tips splitting into wicked barbs that dripped with a viscous, tar-like ichor.

Night Terror let out a guttural roar of agony, the sound reverberating through Northern's very soul as the monster's jaws unhinged, stretching impossibly wide to accommodate the growth of its fangs.

Its claws elongated into wicked talons, each one easily as long as a grown man's arm, their razor-sharp edges glinting with a malevolent sheen.

It was a sight ripped straight from the darkest of nightmares, a perverse mockery of nature's design that threatened to unhinge the very foundations of reality itself.