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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.
RighteousFilth · 3.8M Views

Let you divorce and become poor, and then you become the richest man

During his five-year marriage to Sophia, Michael was willing to be a househusband and support his wife in her career on Wall Street. However, one day, his mother-in-law Elena threw the divorce agreement in front of him: "Sign it, you are not worthy of my daughter." [Ding! Choose to activate the system! ] [Option 1: Kneel down and beg Sophia, continue your humble life, and the system will be untied. ] [Option 2: Divorce quickly, activate the system, and get a novice gift package. ] "Sophia, is this what you mean?" "Yes." Michael signed with a cold heart. When he left the mansion in the Upper East Side, he heard Elena's taunting: "Poor guy, don't even think about turning over in your life." **A few years later**, Michael's name was printed at the top of the Forbes Rich List. He controlled the global technology and financial empire with trillions of assets, and was surrounded by supermodels and socialites. When the haggard Elena knelt in front of his private plane and cried and begged: "Son-in-law, Sophia knows I was wrong! I will agree to any condition you put forward!" Michael just adjusted the cuffs of his Brioni suit indifferently - the man who she once said "was not worthy of her daughter" now made the whole Wall Street tremble. Sophia, hiding behind the crowd, looked at the Patek Philippe worth tens of millions on his wrist, and finally understood what kind of dusty diamond she had discarded that year.
Daoist8qvmaq · 11.8K Views

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
Aishat_isd · 1.4K Views

The Real Daughter Just Wants to Catch Ghosts and Not Study

# REALANDFAKEYOUNGLADY # PHILOSOPHY Lu Ming was the Lu family’s real daughter who had been taken to the wrong home after she was born. She was brought home by her birth parents when she was seventeen years old. Her birth parents watched how she lived in the countryside, growing vegetables and raising chickens and ducks. There wasn’t even a rice cooker in the house. She even had to chop firewood outside to use on the stove outside to make fire. They almost burst into tears at the hard life their daughter was living. The Lu family couple wanted to make up for how miserable Lu Ming’s life was, and immediately turned on their phone to transfer money to her, wanting to give her a better life. However, they didn’t know that Lu Ming was a Celestial Master. Her favorite thing to do every day was to catch ghosts. All the things they saw, Lu Ming actually only needed to insert a little spiritual energy into some paper talismans and they would do all her chores, while she simply lay down and enjoyed life. What's more, they didn’t know that Lu Ming’s backpack had Hell’s master in it, chasing her to collect debt every day. The return of the Lu family’s real daughter was a big event. Others had already set up their seats and bought food and drinks to munch on in anticipation of the drama of the real and fake daughter fight. However, they didn’t expect the main actors to not even appear on stage, but saw pictures that they thought to be completely unreasonable. For example, the fake daughter, Lu Xian, stopped Lu Ming after a quiz. Onlookers: “They’re going to fight! Yes! Hurry up and bring out the popcorn!”But in the next second, Lu Xian, who was a top student, said, “You failed chemistry this time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll tutor you!” The poor student, Lu Ming: “???” Asking her to study? They might as well kill her! Onlookers: “...Why is it different from what we were promised?!”
ACEE · 246.1K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
STAYCE · 18K Views
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