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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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It Is For The Best

The words shook Lady Henai to her bones. Her own brother, who knew how much pain she felt all these years, she thought her son was dead.

And now that he was back, this moment was the happiest she had ever been.

She knew some things were inevitable, but she at least found a semblance of peace in the fact that her son was not ready to face his father, or rather, didn't seem like he wanted to.

For her, that was enough; she just had to protect him until he was ready to face that part of his life. She had to prevent Reimgard from finding out.

Because the Emperor was right. He might be a bastard, but once the blood of Reimgard runs in a person's veins...

The snow-white hair, scarlet red eyes, pale beautiful skin, and sometimes ivory. They had a stereotypical look that made it undeniable that the blood of Reimgard ran in them.