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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 · แฟนตาซี
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674 Chs

The Deciding Night [Part 5]

The air grew thick with tension, like the suffocating stillness before a thunderstorm.

Annette's muscles coiled, ready to unleash devastation upon the army that stood between her and her target.

Her vermillion eyes blazed with a fury that could melt steel, fixed on the smug face of the blue-eyed man on the balcony.

Jeci and Ellis softly walked towards her back, both wearing tight expressions of suppressed fear mixed with resolve.

Even for Jeci, so many troops and just the three of them seemed like too much.

She glanced at Annette, and somehow no words needed to be said about the way forward.

She could tell where this was going. Annette was not going to back down.

Without turning her head to Annette, she said:

"I am glad you don't plan to retreat now that they have the numbers on their side."

Annette scoffed, "Doesn't make it a sensible move though. This is a troop of drifters waiting to rain down on us."