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.

Northern knew it was not proper for him to be punched a second time. He knew he could really die from it. But at the same time, what could he do about it?


If an Origin wanted to punch him, then the world wanted him to be punched. His will was not strong enough to override the will of the world, so he was screwed.


Kryos' hand flew forward without the concept of speed, and time fractured the moment Kryos's knuckles connected.


Northern felt the impact before it happened—a sensation that defied causality itself. This time, his body registered the blow three heartbeats ahead of contact, every nerve screaming in anticipation of destruction that was simultaneously inevitable and impossible to comprehend.


When the fist finally met his chest, reality simply... gave up trying to make sense of what was occurring.


Chapter 1072 - The Way An Origin Fights