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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.

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Northern's Decision

First night passed… would have been what to be said if day blessed this hellish realm with its appearance.

Minutes were never distinct from minutes and hours seemed as far apart from each other as they seemed as close.

Northern was not sure for our long he slept after entering the cave but it was for a long time.

Reason being that it was the best he had slept since his first step into this hellish realm.

The days of the prison mine were his worst days, closing his eyes was like a sin. He had little to no time to sleep well.

And when he became a general, things got better but he refused to let his guard down. That automatically affected the intensity of sleep he had.

The days of madness… nothing he could recall.

Even though he was sleeping on stony ground and those days he had the luxury of bed. It was so strange how he could still enjoy his sleep now more than then.

His mind felt at peace…now more than ever.