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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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736 Chs

The Moonlit Whisper [First Technique]

Northern's breath caught in his throat. The name alone carried a weight of mystery that made the air in the Void Palace feel heavier.

"The Moonlit Whisper," Bairan continued, his white hair seeming to absorb the eerie blue light around them, "is not just a technique. It is the foundation of everything else you will learn."

He moved his sword from his shoulder, holding it at his side with a grip so natural it seemed like an extension of his arm.

"Watch carefully."

Northern's eyes widened slightly. During the course of this training, he had seen Bairan demonstrate sword techniques, but something felt different this time. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

Bairan didn't move. Or rather, he moved so subtly that Northern's eyes struggled to process what they were seeing. It was as if the sword was disturbing reality itself, creating ripples in the space around it.

'What... what am I looking at?'