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.

Annette looked at Gourdon and nodded. Then she looked at Erikson.


"Is that all? Anything else you'll need?"


The boy fell silent for a moment, fidgeting. He then raised his head and stuttered slightly.


"Uhm, yes, ac…actually, there is something else."


The boy counted on his fingers as he spoke.


"I'll need a map—this one will do. I'll need someone to escort me to the underground tunnel so we can check it out. For me to work faster… I need to familiarize myself with the terrain down there."


"Is there a particular person you have in mind, or would anyone do?"


Erikson looked at everyone; they were all staring back at him. He shifted his gaze to Annette, uncertain.


"Uhm, I don't know? Any good scout will do?"


Before Annette could finish, someone shot their hand skyward.


Annette looked at the owner of the eager voice and sighed.


Chapter 1086 - The First Born of Reimgard