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.

Abyss Tyrant and the strange monster marched back together, and the creature dared not try anything foolish, even though Abyss Tyrant walked casually behind it.


"But Lord Commander, I have to ask. You are not a monster, are you? You are something like me, are you not? Are you perhaps antisocial?"


"Oh, right, right—a monster like you can't really know what antisocial means. You know, there is social and then there is anti. And when you can't do either, you just call yourself antisocial. It's really a fun thing to be. I am antisocial; that's why you find me lurking in the depths of a tunnel, cursed to never die."


His rigid, strong tone dropped to a somber whisper. Then he raised his head.


"But ah! There is actually a good side to this curse! Will you guess?!"


Abyss Tyrant glared at him with casual indifference.


Apparently, the bastard took that as an answer, or perhaps was simply being delusional.


Chapter 1093 - The Suspicious Owl Monster