I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1151: Daemon of Form

[The Second layer of the Demon Eye—Flow Perception—has been locked permanently into your soul]

[Flow Perception perceives momentum, pressure, and rhythm in real time. Not just where your opponent will strike, but when and how hard, based on the ”weight” of their motion. You can slip into empty points in this rhythm and strike where there is no resistance]

Now Northern could see not just structure but movement—the currents of essence and energy that surged through everything. His own blood became visible streams of crimson light, his nerves electric blue pathways of sensation. Every transformation his body underwent became a visible cascade of cause and effect.

It was beautiful and horrifying in equal measure.

His bones became denser, restructured at the molecular level as his Form developed instinctively. His blood turned to essence-rich fluid that pulsed with a new rhythm—each heartbeat creating and destroying cells in an endless cycle of renewal.

Each change brought fresh agony.

After a while, something strange happened. Northern began to see visions. More accurately, he began to perceive the echoes of what he had been and what he was becoming.

He saw himself fragment into countless possibilities—versions of himself that could have been, might be, would never exist. The Daemon of Form showed him every permutation of Northern Longguard and Rian Artemis Reimgard that could exist across infinite realities, yet all within this one.

He saw himself as a prince. He saw himself as a stable boy. He saw himself as the bastard of the Kageyama clan. He saw himself as an elf.

He saw himself slain at birth. He saw himself die during his first awakening process. He saw himself go to the academy... as a cleaner. He saw himself as an instructor.

And then they all began to compress into one.

The pain reached new heights as his talents began to evolve.

Oblivion’s Mark burned itself deeper into his soul, its component abilities—Absolute Lock, Nullify, Curse Reversal—each expanding, growing more potent as they fed on his ascending soul rank.

One’s True Self split him apart conceptually. For months of subjective time, he existed as multiple beings simultaneously yet again—True Clone fragmenting his consciousness while Soul Synchronization tried to hold him together. The experience of being one and many at the same time nearly shattered his mind.

The evolution of other talents drove things even farther over the edge. Sun’s Legacy ignited heat through his body. His blood boiled, his flesh charred and regenerated in endless cycles. Ashen Eternity, Sola Nova, Omni-thermic Sense—each ability carved itself into his being with white-hot agony.

For three subjective months, he burned. His body temperature soared to levels that should have incinerated him, but the Daemon of Form adapted, creating heat-resistant structures even as they were destroyed and rebuilt. The Twilight Phoenix ability awakened in this crucible, ensuring that every death by burning was followed by resurrection.

Then came the cold.

Frostheart awakened in opposition to the flames, his body temperature plummeting to absolute zero. Ice crystals formed in his blood. His flesh froze solid, shattered, and reformed. The war between fire and ice within his body was its own unique torture—burning and freezing simultaneously, his nerves unable to decide which sensation to report.

The remaining talents tore into his body and soul in rapid succession. Whispering Gale filled his lungs with blade winds that shredded him from the inside. Lightning Rod channeled enough electricity through his nervous system to kill a normal person a thousand times over. Eclipsing Dread wrapped him in shadows that tried to consume his very essence.

Phantom Strike made his body phase in and out of reality, each shift feeling like being torn between dimensions. Full Impact compressed and expanded his mass repeatedly, each change threatening to collapse him into a singularity of force or explode him into atoms. Soul Thread wove through his being, connecting every disparate part of himself into a cohesive whole even as they tried to fly apart.

Through it all, the Origin of Endless kept him alive, kept iterating his cells through every possible configuration, creating new ones that were more advanced, adapted to the pain, the agony, the effects of all the talents.

[The Third layer of the Demon Eye—Phantom Future—has been locked permanently into your soul]

[The eye projects branching possibilities of the next few seconds. You can choose which branch to collapse into reality with your action. It’s not true precognition—it’s ruthless probability manipulation through speed and precision, making your opponents feel like you’re always one second ahead]

Phantom Future, based on what Northern heard from the system, was something that worked exclusively for battle. It brought no overwhelming pain of its own, but instead of feeling joyful, Northern felt nothing. He was so used to the pain by now that he felt numbed by it.

It was an agony of its own, one that made him silent... and that silence was his loudest cry.

Finally, Northern felt his soul crystallize. He felt the before imperceptible boundary—his limits were obliterated and pushed far further, like going beyond the horizon.

His essence capacity expanded exponentially, his very existence becoming more real, more permanent in the fabric of reality.

[The Daemon of Form has reached a new plateau and has developed techniques that would allow you to merge and reshape not just your body but the very essence of what you copied]

[New Abilities have been released]

[Basic Transformation] [Lv. 1/10]

[Echo Summoning] [Lv. 1/10]

[Advanced Fusion] [Lv. 1/10]

[Soul Forge Mastery] [Lv. 1/10]

[Endless Integration] [Requires Soul Rank: Origin]

[Omniform State] [LOCKED]

[The Origin of Endless has expanded your capabilities; new abilities have been released]

[Infinite Iteration] [Lv. 1/10]

[Recursive Generation] [Lv. 1/10]

[Conceptual Multiplication] [LOCKED - Requires Soul Rank: Zenith]

[Reality Recursion] [LOCKED - Requires Soul Rank: Origin]

[Narrative Dominance] [LOCKED - Requires Soul Rank: Divine]

[Absolute Endless] [LOCKED - Requires Soul Rank: Primordial]

Northern wasn’t finished processing all the feeds the system was now giving—both with its now feminine and pristine voice and a clear transparent panel screen—when everything, all the accumulated pain, all the transformations, all the changes, compressed into a single moment of absolute unification.

Every attribute, every power, every fragment of his being was forced into alignment under the framework of a system.

In that moment, the voice, gentle and almost human in its tone, rang out:

[System Evolution: Complete]

[Soul Rank Evolution: Complete]

[New Soul Rank: Paragon]

[System Designation: Omniform Ascendancy System]

[Core Abilities Established]

[Shingan - Demon Eye: 3 Layers Active]

[Daemon of Form: Primary Evolution Complete]

[Origin of Endless: Primary Evolution Complete]

[Unwritten: Integration Complete]

[All Talents: Enhanced]

[New Abilities Unlocked Across All Talents]