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.

"Oh my head! I missed you so much! Where did you go?!" 


Northern released his hold on the Chaos Prince, scowling. 


"Stop yelling like I vanished for days." 


Chaos Prince shook his head vigorously. 


"One minute without you on this battlefield feels like ten days. Do you have any idea how much a mad punch hurts? It stretches your days, elongates the pain, and compresses it into one single moment. Northern, it takes an eternity to finish feeling the agony of one blow, I tell you!" 


"Trust me. I know exactly what it feels like." 


He shifted his gaze to Kryos, who stood motionless on the ground. 


"So... discover anything useful while battling him?" 


The Chaos Prince pondered for a moment or two, then suddenly his eyes widened. 


"Yes! Apparently, he's supposed to be weakened right now, but amazingly I haven't been able to land a single hit." 


Chapter 1121 - Cosmic Battle [part 4]: Wrath Of Ice And Fire