I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 589: Devilish Disaster

Formless Flame: [Due to your incessant development in combat and the awakening of Chaos’ true form that you have caused, Chaos has synergized with your inborn attribute—Formless—to create a high battle intelligence and adaptability]

Northern’s mouth opened a little bit as he inspected the last ability of Chaos Eyes.

He was impressed, very impressed.

He had always felt like Formless and Nameless were what he truly owned of what he had become; the rest he considered given.

But there was a way Formless and Nameless told the state of his soul before the awakening of the system and its ability to copy Talent.

However, for those two... late bloomers would be an understatement.

But now, Northern was glad to see Formless being mentioned somewhere.

Although he was well aware that this was Chaos just taking something in him and creating the best of it, he was still glad nonetheless.

Importantly, if what he was reading was correct, this meant that his battle intelligence had gotten way better from what it used to be.

And not just that, but he would also be able to easily adapt to other people’s combat styles.

Northern thought about it for a moment, then the next moment, his mood grew sour.

’If my battle IQ rises, doesn’t that mean I will become aware of how to effectively dismiss an opponent without a waste of my time? What I want right now is to enjoy the taste of my own strength and how I step all over my opponents who consider themselves strong...’

He scrunched up his eyes like a discontented child. Then he shifted his mindset with the next breath.

’I guess I just have to find stronger opponents, I guess.’

Ul’Trael was a broad world. He was sure that he’d always find people to satisfy his hunger for battle and growth.

And as for monsters? That was the easiest part.

The Devilish Behemoth was strong; if it hadn’t been for the Chaos ability that he used, they might have been caught in a stalemate because his attacks would keep getting absorbed and reflected while the reflected attacks would never reach him.

What if it had been an Apex Behemoth? Northern’s mind drifted away to an actuality that he had not considered all the while that he was in the rift.

He suddenly stopped.

His sudden stop prompted the others to slowly come to a halt. They observed him from behind.

Northern swiftly turned to them, lingering for a few seconds before his voice came out.

”It was a stressful battle for all of us. I think we should rest here... going forward it will be advisable that we are well prepared to end the rift once and for all.”

All of them widened their eyes.

What is he even talking about?

They were not sure how long time had passed, but it wasn’t just that easy to clear a rift. How could he be so casual about it? Their eyes told.

However, it didn’t take a second to realize that this rift had looked seemingly easy because of Northern.

Immediately, their gazes understood and quieted down.

”Well then, I will cut some of these woods for fire,” Shin said with a light tone.

As he spoke, he tapped Alystren’s shoulder and both of them walked away.

The atmosphere got somehow lighter, and everybody suddenly seemed to ease from all the tension they had been walking with.

They were now surrounded by a forest of seemingly plagued trees—branches spread like the twisted and disjointed limbs of a witch.

Each of the dark trees was sparsely and ominously standing, reaching for the crimson sky with their austere arms.

The ground was more soily than what they had witnessed before now. Black soil that seemed to retain a lot of water. The water streamed out, filling the marks left by their footprints.

Northern walked up to Lieutenant Dante, who watched him come with a small frown on his face.

”Is the offer still on the table?” Northern asked as he stopped in front of the Lieutenant and raised his head to meet his eyes.

”I don’t think you’d be needing it. You are plenty strong already.”

” No, I’m not even close to where I want to be at. I want to be the strongest in the world. And for that to happen, I need to get all my foundation right. And foundation is the one thing I lack.”

Northern paused for a moment and continued with an interesting look in his eyes.

”I need absolute mastery over every movement, down to my smallest muscle. I need to know what the basics are and root myself in them so that over time, I’ll be able to produce a unique style that I better understand myself and also be versatile in its usability and ability to discern and disrupt my opponent’s style. For all this to be possible, I need to have not just good but perfect grasp of the basis. Don’t I?”

Northern raised his head to meet the Lieutenant’s again, that interesting look glowing in his eyes.

Lieutenant Dante was silent, shocked, his eyes meeting the light in Northern’s eyes with a paling realization.

He froze for a moment then his eyes moved; he blinked and sighed.

”Is something wrong?” Northern asked, slightly concerned.

”No. Nothing is wrong. It just strikes me that your mentality is crude. With all you can do, you are still thinking like that—it’s scary, I fear for your future opponents.”

Northern raised a brow. ’What is he on about now? Or does he want to back out now?’

He narrowed his eyes.

”So will you teach me? Or are you beginning to change your mind?”

The Lieutenant moved his hand and rested it on the hilt of his sword hung on his waist.

”Why not? I made you an offer, and the value of that offer just increased. As uncomfortable as it is, I will fulfill my quota, even though it is utterly uncomfortable, seeing as I might be helping the hatching of a Devilish Disaster.”

’That’s quite the description.’ Northern frowned a bit but eased his brows immediately.

”Alright then, so let’s start!” His voice sounded with so much energy.

”Follow me,” the Lieutenant spoke and turned away, walking away from where the group was gathered.

Northern followed close behind.