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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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630 Chs

Fear And Hatred

Northern stood, folding his hands, clad in the vicious Night Terror armor. Every part of the air around him exuded primal terror.

Augmented by the essence of Chaos to inflict misery and fear upon his opponents, no one was free from that overwhelming aura of his.

As long as they felt the despair of the difference in strength, they would come to feel the presence of fear, one that emanated from the armor.

Right now, Sura, who stood as the pinnacle of this rift, a creature to be reckoned with from the underworld, stood frozen in fear, trembling at the sight of the man—boy rather—an ordinary Nomad that stood before him.

The boy stood still, not attacking but just looking with a downturned smile.

Eventually, Sura discarded the spears, waving away the rest and shooting them towards the wall of his castle. They shattered into fragments, destroying the wall into even smaller pieces as Sura had said they would.