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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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764 Chs

The Castle Lord [part 6]

Northern and his clone lunged at the castle lord simultaneously, Northern's onyx blade tracing a crude arc while his clone's silver sword followed the same pattern but in opposite directions.

The castle lord parried intensely, diverting his hands in all directions as Northern and his clone moved around it.

Night Terror joined the fight too: shooting forward with its jaws gaping wide as it sought to engulf Koll in a tidal wave of void flames.

"Thinking you can overpower me with numbers is nothing but wishful thinking!" The castle lord snarled.

He swung his hands, releasing a pulse of red essence that repelled both the clone and the beast, buying him precious moments to regain his footing.

The battle continued, the combatants trading blow for blow in a fever pitch of violence that threatened to tear the very castle asunder.