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.

Rehema Nora examined the creature in her hand with withering disgust.


Nebulous Lord's eyes sharpened, flaring with a cold, dangerous light—one that made her frown and nearly raise her other hand.


But Annette's voice thundered across the hall.


Nebulous froze mid-motion, whatever he was about to do dying in an instant.


Still gripping the monster, Rehema Nora turned her head toward Annette.


Annette lowered her head in reverence, her voice dropping to pure submission.


"It is not so, Your Highness. I was placed in command of it."


Rehema Nora studied her for a few heartbeats, then released her grip on Nebulous Lord. She kept her gaze fixed on Annette, indifferent as the monster slithered backward.


Annette tried to avoid her stare, eyes downcast more than half the time.


Rehema Nora turned toward Nahir, who had just spoken.


"Right, you were asking what I'm doing here."


Chapter 1087 - Box of Surprises [part 1]