I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 472: The Birth Of The Strongest Master [Part 1]



Northern, after a long, satisfying sleep, opened his eyes. All his body felt numb but in a good way. He stretched with a stifled groan and then sat back in the bed, closing his eyes for a

moment as he observed his environment.

His spatial awareness had grown significantly since the last evolution of soul eyes, making it become Spectra Vision.

Northern could now become increasingly aware of an environment up to a thousand meters.

From the number of structures to the length of the metallic wall that shielded the borders from the sea and its monsters, to the point where the snow stopped, mysteriously giving way to the tropical forest that lay beyond.

He could pinpoint, detail to detail, every single animate and inanimate thing all around him. And because he could do so, he could also tell that none of them posed a significant threat to him. Almost by instinct, he had used his spatial awareness to determine that fact.

If there was a person that he needed to be worried about, he wanted to make sure he had a way to deal with it before proceeding to step out of this place.

After he had confirmed that he was fine, all of them were more or less weaker than he was regardless of their soul ranks-comrades of the dark continent included.

Northern summoned his profile and inspected how much he had gained from the sea expedition.

Name: Northern Longguard

True Name: [Nameless]3

Attributes: [Formless], [Child of Void], [Limitless Void], [Vestige of Chaos], [Chaos Eyes], [Chaos Thread], [Flames of Chaos], [Seed Of Void]

Soul Rank: [Nomad]

Void Summons: [6/100]

Talent Fragments: [2988/3000]

[Copied Talents]: [2/3]

[Owned Talents]: [3]

[Attribute Abilities (Active/Passive)]: [8/11]

[Owned Items]: [Mortal Blade], [Eternal Twilight], [Death Glare] and 11 others.

Northern looked down at the number of talent fragments he had gained.

'I'm so close to becoming a Master!'

He didn't need to think too much about it. He closed his eyes and dove into the Limitless Void with his body.

Getting there, he immediately called Night Terror and Black Mamba, who just flew to his front from dark corners.

They had sustained a significant amount of injuries but were healing fast.

Northern observed both his best summons for a while, then he averted his eyes and chanted two words.

"Multiple Cloning"

Immediately, over a hundred clones appeared, filling the center space of the Void Palace. Northern then looked at Night Terror and Black Mamba as he commanded.

"I will create a rift above the water. I want you to lead these clones outside. All the monsters we manage to kill, they must harvest all the cores while you two fight till I ask you to stop." Soul summons absorbed soul to grow; when they become Void summons, they grow a vivid connection to Northern and become more interwoven with the Void.

They still need souls to grow, but just like Northern's coreless soul had the ability to break down the Talents of slain targets into fragments for his own growth.

They also could break down Talents of slain targets as fragments for their master's soul. Hence the reason that Northern had given them this task.

'I should be able to become a Master before stepping outside that room.'

Northern swiped his hand down on the space in front of him-it was as if he was tearing the space with dimensional scissors.

Blackness rippled in the depth of the torn fabric of space. Without hesitation, Night Terror and Black Mamba led the clones into the rift and fell right in the middle of the ocean.

While Northern withdrew himself out of the ocean and waited for his Talent fragments to get full.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He looked at his profile again while doing so. And belatedly observed that he had left one copy talent slot unoccupied.

At that point, Northern thought of sending one of the Void shadows to observe, but he thought about the cost of the talent too.

'Copying a paragon's talent really should be enough consolation for me... I have seven talent abilities, each one is extremely overpowered. I haven't even begun to explore the abilities of my true name, which I suspect is a different pattern of strength from what I have represented so far...'

Northern continued to stare down on the panel while his thoughts proceeded.

'...while I feel tempted to pardon myself and let this go, I don't want this to become a habit. I need to build a structure for talent consumption. My soul growth will obviously take time, but I can at least compensate for that with talent evolution...'

His thoughts went silent as he dove deeper for a second, utterly confused about how to go about it.

'Let's try to break down my need for talent fragments first, in the order of their importance.' Northern used his fingers as he continued, 'Number one is soul growth. I need an enormous amount of talent fragments for that. Soul growth is the most important and requires more talent fragments.'

'The next is copying talents; that one is a little bit versatile and depends heavily on the kind of talent I'm copying. But it's also very important because I need to fill the slots before progressing to the next rank. The amount of talent fragments at least shouldn't be concerning... except I'm shooting for extremely high ones, which I believe I'll have to specially save for...'

He tapped his forehead with his index finger as he continued to think.

'Next will be the evolution of my own talents. Which can prove to be the most daunting of tasks. It might not be as expensive, but I have to make decisions based on the path of strength that I want to take. As clear as I make it sound, I have no idea what to do in that regard...'

Northern drove all his hands into his hair in frustration and lowered for a minute.

This situation made him remember how helpless he was when he first entered the dark

Continent...

'That crappacious rift'

But he had come a long way from that time, had progressed tremendously from that Walker

that he was.

Now on the verge of becoming a Master. His pride was not even in the progression in rank but rather in his repertoire of abilities.

He was a Nomad, and he stood his ground against a Paragon; they were almost revered as gods. And he fought one and survived.

That alone was enough achievement for his name to be carved in the hall of fame of his

continent. If his country heard, they'd give him nobility on a platter of gold, perhaps beg him

to become a Duke even.

'The next daunting task is the growth of my Void summons and converting soul summons to Void summons.'