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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
分數不夠
756 Chs

Something Powerful [Part 3]

The devil stood gallantly, waiting for the terrifying gale that streaked toward it from afar.

Dark Terror stood motionless like an onyx four-armed statue.

And as the far gale slowly got closer, the redness in its eyes seemed to burn brighter.

After a couple of seconds, a tremendous explosion burst out in front of it—the devil was still unmoving.

In mere seconds, everywhere was encased in gigantic spikes of ice, including Dark Terror.

Ryan slowly turned to look at the perfect work of ice art he had showcased. In just a swing of motion, he had managed to—

SLAM!

Arlem landed voraciously, softly shaking the ground.

"Uh? Has it ended before I came?"

Ryan turned his face toward the brown-skinned guy and turned away indifferently, slowly materializing a sharp ice cone with his gaze fixed upon the rest of the Corpse Eaters that were still running for their lives.