I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 666: The Broken Boy Meets The Soul Breaker

[You have discovered Talent: Full Impact(SSS)]

[Do you want to copy Talent for 5,000 talent fragments?]

A vicious smile spread across Northern’s lips.

’What? How is this possible?’

A vibration ran through his body. The void reacted to something.

A heavy frown fell on Northern’s face.

”What?”

Not sure what was going on, he hastened his steps.

[Your Void Summon Night Terror has gained Terrific damage.]

[Do you want to recall Night Terror into the bosom of the Void Palace for him to heal, or permit him to continue the fight?]

’Uh?’

Northern froze. His mouth twitched as he slowly brought his trembling hands to cover them in cold shock.

Night Terror had gained such serious damage that the system was advising him to be recalled to the embrace of the Void Palace for recovery.

Since the history of gaining him even as a Soul summon, this had never happened!

In the Dark Continent that was teeming with vicious and ferocious beings, Night Terror had faced countless formidable opponents.

Even during their most desperate battles, he had never sustained enough damage to warrant a recall warning.

Not to talk of a school of lazy, spoiled younglings. He was well aware that he had passed an instruction for Night Terror not to attack until it was deemed necessary.

A small frown creased Northern’s face.

”Something is wrong...” he muttered, hastening his steps as he strode forward. All of a sudden, his form suddenly blurred and vanished.

Not many people had enough blessedness of special sight to see his movement. All they knew was he was there, and he wasn’t.

Northern’s body had adapted terrifyingly to the concept of speed.

When his speed talent was first taken, it left him utterly displeased; he couldn’t help but think of the potential the ability had to offer upon evolution.

But after several discoveries of the strange concept his body took to speed, he didn’t feel bad anymore.

To put it simply, Northern’s body would never stop getting faster.

As simple as that sounded, it was very complex. When he was running in the rift with Ryan, he was sure he could still be seen, even though he left a trail of light and his form was almost imperceptible. At the end of the day, it was only almost.

However, since that time, especially with the influence of his battles with Bairan, his body had taken its speed to another whole level entirely.

Northern could casually run past and not even the wind would notice. Of course, there was that burst of speed where he needed the wind to serve as a propeller.

But his body’s approach to speed was different—silent, swift, and now imperceptible. Only people with special eyes like his Chaos Eyes could see him move.

Northern finally appeared, stopped in the corner; his figure was as if a blur was being sharpened into reality.

Northern stood silently for a couple of seconds, watching the boy’s back before moving his gaze towards Night Terror, who had a large part of his side missing, along with his arms.

The monster stood with the ruby glow in his eyes dimming. That level of damage apparently had consumed a significant amount of his vigor.

For the first time, Northern saw the possibility of his void summons dying, and in that moment, a heavy weight of understanding settled upon his chest.

They were not invincible. They could die too.

”Ah... this is mortifying...” he muttered as he shifted his gaze to the boy standing in front of him.

In that moment, Nel’s eyes widened as he felt a chill drill into the back of his neck. He jumped over Night Terror and landed behind.

Northern stood purposefully, his hands tucked into the pocket of his trousers and his gaze carrying a dark and foreboding intensity that seemed to pierce through the air.

His presence exuded an unsettling aura, as if he were a storm on the verge of unleashing its fury.

”You... who are you? I have clearly not seen you before.”

Northern was silent; he gazed down at the boy, a condescending light radiating in his eyes.

Composing himself again, Nel straightened his back and grimaced.

”Looks like you have no mouth to talk...”

He was cautious even in his speech. Nel had always known himself to be a radical, rogue version of Lenn. All the caution and politeness was Lennister’s fucks to give.

But he existed for a single purpose: destruction. Because of how mind-severing the talent abilities of Full Impact were, using it put a strain on the user.

And that strain caused the user to break. Now that broken boy was Nel standing in front of Northern.

A personality born for the sole purpose of better propagating all the abilities of the Full Impact. He was a much more terrifying and stronger version than Lenn.

So, why... was a person like him hesitant to speak the rude thoughts in his mind?

Why was he cautious of the ordinary-looking guy that stood before him with a regal presence?

Nel suddenly slapped his head. He slapped it again and slapped it over and over again until he had slapped himself so hard that a crimson droplet streamed down from beneath his maroon hair.

Then he stopped and looked at Northern, who stood beyond Night Terror.

”Return... Night Terror.”

Just as Northern commanded, the quiddity of void slowly dissipated into the shadows and vanished like smoke.

Nel’s eyes narrowed.

”You owned that thing...” A small grin slowly crept up his face. ”It is more satisfying laying you to waste than him.”

He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue with an almost reddish blush painting his face.

”Entertain me, will you.”

He said before vanishing, lunging toward Northern with blistering speed.

Northern extended his hand, as if he casually wanted to reach for a coming insect in the air and crush it with a clench of his hand.

But Nel froze mid-charge. A sharp chill seized his spine as instinct overtook reason. His feet skidded against the ground, his momentum faltering into a desperate, clumsy retreat.

He staggered backward, his body jolting with uncoordinated haste, not caring if he twisted an ankle or shattered his leg.

His mind screamed a single command: avoid that hand at all costs.

Nel’s breath hitched, panic rising like bile, as he barely managed to regain his balance, his wide eyes locked on Northern’s outstretched fingers.

’Wha—what is that? What did I feel just now?!’

He found it difficult to comprehend what had just happened to him.