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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!!

RighteousFilth · Fantasy
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Peace In The Water

After wandering around the mansion, lost in his thoughts, Northern finally discovered a hidden staircase on the top floor.

Following those stairs led him to an attic.

As soon as he entered, he knew, 'This is it! This will be my living space from now on!'

Dust and cobwebs coated the once neatly organized bookshelves, the volumes within slowly deteriorating from neglect.

The panes of the arched window were cracked, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit room.

A large plush bed lay at the base of the window, where perhaps a young heiress once gazed onto the outside world from its lonely embrace.

Now, it lay forgotten and shredded, stuffing spilling out, succumbing to the ravages of time and disaster.

Peeling paint clung to the wooden paneled walls and exposed ceiling beams.

The faded, frayed blue patterned rug showed signs of rodents gnawing at the edges.