RighteousFilth

The convolution of worlds are governed 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!!

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.

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Night Terror's eyes narrowed as blackish ichor slicked down his skin, almost adorning it in a manner of sinister beauty.

Even though his senses were now instantly heightened and wary of the kids before him, he couldn't attack. His Master's orders were paramount.

Night Terror's eyes for a moment gleamed with a feral bloodthirst, but in a jiffy, the vicious monster suppressed and killed the wickedness in his eyes.

The boys, however, did not care. Lenn threw his sword in the air, a horizontal slash flashing upwards. Night Terror again threw one hand to block the attack.

As sparks flew upon the collision of the thin silver blade with black polished skin, Lenn muttered again.

The same thing happened again. The strike that Night Terror successfully blocked came back again.

A long tear ran across his hand, causing blood to crudely spray outward.

The Broken Boy