Across the vast convolution of worlds—the intricate weave of countless universes—there exist gods, each entrusted with a single universe to rule. In such an arrangement, skirmishes are inevitable—whether born of ambition, selfishness, amusement, or sheer pettiness.

Elliot’s unfortunate soul was caught in one such clash, a collision of divine wills that tore him from his life and thrust him into reincarnation… in a foreign land. A lost world. A world with no god to oversee it—for reasons best left unspoken.

Ul’Tra-el.

Unlike other realms, Ul’Tra-el had birthed its own will. A disturbance in its reality had once ripped open rifts in its space, and in response, the world forged a voice to protect itself. That voice, in turn, bestowed its denizens with strange powers known as Talents.

It was into this dangerous, self-willed world that Elliot was reborn—reborn as Northern. A man who should never have set foot here.

Worse still, Northern was born without a single Talent. Yet, through what might be called a golden finger—a gift from the god Nexus—he received something else: a peculiar system that allowed him to copy the abilities of others… and even evolve them.

But in a place like Ul’Tra-el, would such a gift prove to be a blessing… or a cursed shackle?

In a world deemed an aberration, Northern vows to rise above all—until he stands as the solitary peak that all others must look up to.
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[Author’s Note]
The main character may come across as irritating in the early chapters—but this is deliberate. His flaws are part of the journey, and his growth is worth the wait. So, embrace the mishaps, endure the rough edges, and let Northern grow on you despite his imperfections.

Northern shivered, the pool of darkness in his eyes retreating to reveal blue irises ringed with exhaustion. A frown creased his brows as he struggled at first to register what stood before him.


More than half of what tormented him was Ulzred—how the Chaos Prince now possessed Ulzred's soul, and how he had managed to manifest a body.


However, he inhaled deeply and exhaled.


Northern looked down for a moment, thinking...


He looked into Ulzred's face and extended his hand.


The Chaos Prince looked at his outstretched hand and smiled.


"Are you sure about that? Right now you're as unstable as wind in a storm, and you know I intend to drain every last torrent of the void from you."


Northern smiled as he looked down. Standing was taking its toll on him because he still had to suppress the void.


"It's a good thing you're at least honest with your intentions. That's the one thing I can't fault you wretches from the underworld for."


Chapter 1084 - Desperate Hold