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.

The pregnant woman stepped into the room, her fingers absently massaging the red mark circling her wrist. 


She moved with the careful grace expected of her condition, yet something unspoken in her presence quieted these battle-hardened leaders like a stilled storm. 


Lirae paused inside the meeting chamber, her gaze sweeping across all four men with undisguised contempt before settling on the grey-haired figure at the shattered table's edge. 


She began, her voice cutting like chilled steel.


"Suppose… every other man here lacks wisdom despite their years and experience. Suppose even you prove the greatest fool among them. Shouldn't your priorities at least differ from theirs, when your own son fights for his life,  and ours on that battlefield?"


Her words cut deeper than any blade, piercing even the imagined heart of the wind itself. 


Not one of them lifted their head, let alone voiced an objection.  


Her words kept coming, their venom raw and unchecked.  


Chapter 954 - Lirae