I’ll Quit as The Empress - Chapter 136: The Last Hug

Reborn Holy Soul Village, nicknamed Aman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors innate soul power zero, awakened third-level green hatchet, no soul ring, no soul skills, fights rely on flat cuts, if you feel uncomfortable, come and cut me.

Also known as “I was born a commoner, a rich family daughter fell in love with me” “This person clearly wastes martial arts…

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The convolution of worlds are govern by a set of gods, each god is given a world to rule and there can be skirmishes between them – as a result of one between Nexus, the god of trickery and a senile old hag Elliot reincarnated into Ul’Tra-el by mistake.Ul’Tra-el is a world that grew a voice, because of this voice, it began to take a different path from other worlds -- it was filled with a core anomaly – rifts.Dimensions began to leak into each other, vomiting outrageous monsters.In response or as an auto-correction to such anomaly, talents were awakened in the inhabitants of Ul’Tra-el and they gained tremendous power, for every rift they close down, they were rewarded massively by the voice of the world called Ul.In a hardcore world like this one, our MC (Northern) reincarnated as a talentless individual but in the face of a death and a head splitting revelation......when all hopes seemed lost.{System Notice}Your Soul cannot take a formSearching for Unique pattern ability for your soulsearching...search found.Unique System ability has been found...Unique System Ability [CopyCat] has been gained.Awakening Unique ability...Northern gained a talent copying system!...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!!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

Young Master He had always been a male god in the eyes of others.