Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly…

A soul misplaced.

Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans.

Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything.

Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist.

But the world did not sit idly by.

In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously.

Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying.

In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody.

No power. No strength. No future.

And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him—

A Voice responded: 

[System Notice]
[Your Soul cannot take a form.]
[Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…]
[Searching…]
[Search Found.]
[A Unique System Ability has been detected.]
[You Can Copy And Evolve Talents]

...
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.

Northern and Bairan seemed to be the only ones who didn't understand why everyone was freaking out.


Ascendant Zion and Sage Mock stood rigid, their hands slamming onto the table.


"That can't be possible. You're Ilitis?! How can Ilitis be right here before our very eyes?"


The shopkeeper, however, remained calm. He smiled, bowing slightly.


"Indeed, I am Ilitis. But please, do not place too much meaning on it. Right now, I am merely a servant of the Void Lord."


The genuine ease in his voice contrasted sharply with the stunned reactions around the room.


Yet, amidst the tension, Northern could hear Revant muttering under his breath.


Trying to imagine how the shopkeeper had been revolutionized felt impossible. Whatever Revant had done—however fearsome—it was nothing short of impressive.


Northern's curiosity burned. Who was this man for Paragon Raizel to lose even a semblance of composure like that?


Chapter 840 - Ilitis [part 2]