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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 · 奇幻
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674 Chs

Echo

Barely a second after the echoes of his strike demolished the statue, Dante rolled in the air, hauling himself toward the next statue.

It was a crusader, and it was already swinging its massive stone sword toward him.

The crusader's blade carved through the air with a deafening roar, its edge glowing faintly with the blood-red sigils etched into its surface.

The force alone threatened to shear the very air in two, but Dante was faster.

He twisted midair, a streak of white light in the crimson haze, his sword meeting the crusader's blade in a cataclysmic clash.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, the reverberation shaking the chamber.

"Too slow," Dante muttered, his voice cutting through the chaos.

His blade hummed with essence as the light shrouding his body and sword suddenly burst and propelled him in an instant.

He appeared behind the crusader, his weapon slicing clean through its torso with surgical precision.