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]

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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 muttered the same word Paragon Raizel had just spoken.


There was nothing wrong with moving tonight. In fact, it suited him just fine. If there was anything that gave him pause, it was what had transpired in the last hour—and the duel still raging in the Milhwa contest.


He had planned meticulously for that contest, yet he hadn't been able to actively participate. Though, given everything that had unfolded, this wasn't the worst outcome either.


With a slight furrow of focus, he met Paragon Raizel's gaze and responded.


"Alright... there's no problem, then. Where do I start?"


Paragon Raizel grinned, satisfaction gleaming in his ethereal jade-green eyes.


Chapter 849 - Illusionary Haven