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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.

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Impending Doom

The moonlit riverbank trembled, an eerie silence descending upon the battlefield.

Northern's azure eyes widened as he witnessed the grotesque transformation unfold before him.

The Devastator's massive body, once a writhing mass of tentacles and pulsating flesh, began to contort and reshape itself.

Bones cracked and shifted beneath the creature's skin, producing sickening pops and grinding sounds that echoed through the night.

Its form elongated, stretching and twisting like putty in the hands of an unseen sculptor.

The tentacles retracted, melding into the main body as new appendages burst forth.

Four legs, each as thick as ancient tree trunks, erupted from the creature's sides. They were covered in overlapping plates of chitin, gleaming with a metallic sheen in the pale moonlight.

Razor-sharp claws, easily the length of a man's arm, gouged deep furrows into the sand as they took form.