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.

She frowned darkly, her gaze cutting between Nahir and Gourdon like a blade. 


She surveyed the room with unveiled disgust, as though it reeked of shameless and irritating people. Admitting that a seventeen-year-old was far stronger than they were—seasoned fighters—was shameless beyond measure. 


She had been on a mission with the Noor clan before its heartbreaking devastation. And she had seen Nahir fight before; he was one of the very five people she considered truly strong. While she wanted to spit at their shamelessness, she also couldn't ignore what the young man had said. 


He looked at her, his gaze ice-cold as their eyes met. 


"I speak only the truth, Your Highness. There is no exaggeration in my words." 


He pointed to Gourdon without looking. 


Chapter 1088 - Box of Surprises [part 2]