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Golden Sephora: Age Of Revival

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What did I do wrong? why must i face this torture? A boy questions himself this as he walks barefoot on the steep cliffs of a mountain. it's snowing around and his tettered clothes offer no assurance against the cold winds of the the frozen landscape, he feels his mind losing to the cold but he is not ready to face death yet or rather he still has things that he will do. The white snow on the ragged rocks give a presence of loneliness and the echoing sounds of his steps bring him no warmth. stepping on the snow he walks and walks until he was met by a cliff with a bridge is cold, with no point in turning back and no other way around he begins walking on the ice bridge.. But fortune does not favour him as a tremor shakes the cliffs themselves and the bridge crumbles to pieces as falls down into a river of ice cold water. The expected his death, his mind filled with regrets as felt himself flow away into the stream of water but this is not how his story ends but rather just a beginning as he carried into a Cavern that looks similar to a dragon's mouth.
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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.
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