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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

The convolution of worlds are governed 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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767 Chs

Reckoning Is Here

Northern scanned his surroundings, he wasn't sure what was what anymore as he gazed down at his blood-stained hands.

'What am I even doing?'

His mind was foggy and unasked questions pushed him deeper into oblivion.

He gazed down from the heap of corpses as his fellow warriors chained what was left of their foes, condemning them to a life of slavery… as miners.

He had been like that too, once…

But, had he, though?

He had always been a general… a war general, one that fought only for the kingdom of Red Mines, heralding ruthless victories.

Hailed as a hero… by the monsters.

And yet nothing felt wrong about it.

His eyes dimmed, its living sparks disappearing. The blue hue of his pupils, dulling and fading. All that was left of him was emptiness.

He picked up the onyx blade and jumped down from the heap of corpses, walking behind the column of monsters that hurled away their captives with chains.