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.

The frigid air crackled with tension as Koll's eyes widened, staring into the abyss of Revant's palm. Time stretched like pulled taffy—a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.


It was a razor-thin expression, devoid of warmth, carved from pure malice.


"You think I'm some common prey to be devoured?"


His form flickered, becoming translucent as smoke, and Revant's hand passed through empty air. Koll rematerialized ten meters away, his pale fingers dancing through complex gestures.


The ice beneath their feet began to crack and splinter, not from force, but as if reality itself were fracturing. Dark veins spread across the frozen surface like a spider's web, and from each crack emerged not swords this time, but chains—obsidian links that writhed with their own malevolent life.


Revant's expression didn't change, but his stance shifted almost imperceptibly. The mouth in his palm snapped shut with an audible click.


Chapter 1078 - Revant vs Koll [part 2]