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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 · 奇幻
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A Paragon [Part 2]

The Emperor's feet continued to blaze viciously, each step he took closer to Black Mamba scorched the ground to its very depths.

Black Mamba scrambled a bit on the ground like a wretched beggar, struggling to stand up, but its movements were marked by haste imbued with fear.

The creature staggered back shabbily upon successfully getting up, its face fixed on the Emperor's malevolent expression.

There was no shred of mercy in those eyes. In that moment, Black Mamba learned what true fear was.

Its body froze and cowered under the intense pressure, registering in its mind that there was no way it was going to survive this.

However, the creature's response was unexpected. Instead of submitting to the fear that resonated even within its soul, the creature slowly straightened its back and glared back into the Emperor's eyes.