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]

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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.

The military man staggered, but his stance never broke. His head snapped up, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. Blood trickled from his lip, but his expression was cold—colder than tempered steel.


Prominent Leg's twin swords shrieked through the air—one angled for his throat, the other for his ribs. A clean kill.


His broadsword, still recoiling from the earlier clash, wasn't in position to parry. So he didn't.


Instead, he surged forward, slipping inside the arc of the blades. His bare forearm slammed into Prominent Leg's wrist, knocking the high slash off course, while his free hand clamped down on the hilt of the second blade, halting it cold.


For a heartbeat, they were locked. Chest-to-chest. Breath to breath. The iron scent of blood clung to the air between them.


Chapter 967 - A Battle of Persistence