MidnightWolfe

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina.

I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner?

Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist?

'Well it's just one way to find out...'

Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back.

At that moment, he activated his talent...

[Mimicry activated!] 

[Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!]

[Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.]

[Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!]

[Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!]

[Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.]

[Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?]

"No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!

The first person to make a move was Nyx. She sprang into motion, charging forward at the golden-armored prince, her sword flashing several times.

No trace of fear could be seen on him; in fact, he hadn't even unsheathed his sword. The prince looked so calm that it was alarming. Just as everyone thought the blade would bite into his flesh through the armor, he finally made his move.

He moved like a ghost, twirling his feet and spinning his body at angles that weren't supposed to be possible for a normal human, effortlessly dodging all the attacks. Then he stood with a taunting smirk that would provoke most people to punch him to death. Yes, he was wearing a helmet, but one could sense the smugness he exuded.

"You're so predictable," he spoke, his voice filled with mockery. Then he unsheathed his sword. Grinning, he said, "It's my turn. Prepare to suffer, you bitch."

The Event [7]