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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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320 Chs

The Horror Of Brimfield Estate [part 3]

CHAPTER 121

Two figures streaked through the darkness, their movements a blur as they rushed forward with wheeling mobility.

Suddenly, their advance came to an abrupt halt as a monstrous roar tore through the forest, shattering the eerie silence.

Dread etched across their faces as they exchanged a contemplative glance.

The cloaked scout spoke first, his voice laced with apprehension.

"That must be a Bulfor. Ox-like monsters of tremendous strength. They are a terrible matchup for speed-based fighters like us."

His partner, a scarred man named Vaughn, remained silent for a few heartbeats before his gaze hardened with grim determination.

"We're going forward."

"But Vaughn," Flynn protested, "a Bulfor is a beast-rank monster. Even as Nomad ranks, challenging one seems foolish, doesn't it?"

Vaughn scowled, his jaw set.