I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1155: Time To Wrap Things Up

That little smile of amusement, mischief dancing in its corners, lingered on Northern’s lips as Aoi’s announcement rang out.

[You have copied a new Form: Space Prism]

[Form has been saved into your Soul Forge]

[Two variants have been generated]

Northern exhaled and stood, staring at the prism wall before snapping his fingers.

[Space Prism has been nullified]

He strode through it as if walking through empty air.

[Recursive Generation is evolving the two variants]

[This may take a while]

Northern emerged from the prism like he was passing through an invisible curtain.

He glanced down at his clothes.

"Aoi, I can’t arrive at a gathering of origins looking this ragged. What do you suggest?"

[You can copy cloth form and use Infinite Iteration to repair damaged areas of your clothes]

[You can copy any cloth form and create variants of it; the cloth variants can also be evolved]

Northern blinked.

"I can evolve clothes too?"

[Correct]

"What form can’t I copy and evolve?"

[Currently, due to the limit of your soul rank, you cannot copy pure abstract concepts like speed, time, victory, or non-physical phenomena like weather or emotions]

[You also cannot copy Gods/beings beyond your Soul Rank and things Shingan can’t fully analyze]

Northern grimaced.

"That’s disappointing—but considering I started with just copying and evolving talents, this is more than enough."

He sighed and examined his clothes.

"Copy."

[Form: School uniform has been copied]

[Infinite Iteration is iterating damaged parts of Form: Clans Uniform]

Northern exhaled and shredded it off with one hand. Surprisingly easy—he simply grabbed the fabric and tore it with minimal effort.

Then he walked forward, his pale muscles rippling with celestial sharpness, as if carved from the very clouds of heaven. His lean frame was taut and grew tauter still.

Slowly, Northern’s feet lifted off the ground. He ascended higher and higher, clad only in white underwear.

’Even my flight feels different... it feels... effortless.’

Before, Northern had needed conscious effort to lift himself and maintain altitude. But something was fundamentally different now.

"Aoi, how am I even flying? What’s the mechanism?"

[Flight is possible due to enhanced Whispering Gale passive ability: Wind Embrace. "The wind loves you. It catches you when you fall, guides your projectiles, carries your voice, and shields you from airborne attacks. Flight comes naturally."]

[Right now, flight is as easy for you as breathing]

Northern smirked.

"Aha... nice."

Then he launched forward. His velocity exploded and he vanished before even the breeze could register his departure.

Mid-flight, the uniform materialized—neat and sharp—spreading over his body as though the fabrics were alive.

Kryos hurtled backward at horrifying speed as Ul, using a devastating amount of power that shattered her hand, punched him away.

He tumbled and crashed through the desert, nearing the vast empire step by step before stopping midway, close to the grove left exposed when the wall had forced itself from the ground.

Ul, with a broken forearm, stalked toward him—walking at first, then breaking into a run, dark fury twisting her features.

But suddenly, she skidded to a halt. Barely a second later, someone—or something—dropped in front of her, displacing sand in a massive circular pattern.

She shielded her eyes from the dust, then looked back, her delicate eyes widening in horror.

A moment later, she frowned.

"You! What are you doing here? How did you—"

"Shut up!"

Sudden silence descended as Northern barked the command.

She froze, stunned. Then realization struck—she had actually obeyed—and a grimace darkened her face.

"You maggot. How dare you command me."

She lunged toward Northern. At the same time, Kryos had risen and was surging forward from afar at tremendous speed.

Northern opened his palm and extended his hand. His cells iterated in milliseconds; for an imperceptible instant, his arm stretched beyond normal limits and seized Ul’s face mid-charge.

Then he extended his other hand and waited—two seconds. Kryos’s fist surged toward him with explosive force, but Northern’s outstretched hand stabbed forward, catching the Origin’s blow.

His hand trembled. The sleeve of his newly created school uniform tore to shreds from the impact, and even his skin was flayed, shallow wounds blooming across it.

Kryos’s expression flickered. For a single moment, the Origin betrayed signs of shock... and fear. But he grinned the next second, menace spilling from the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You fool! Catching my fist with your bare hands was a fatal mistake. Every one of my strikes is imbued with the essence of madness. You’re moments away from being devoured."

Northern’s eyes drifted to his wounded arm, regarding it with indifference.

’Aoi?’

[Shingan is studying the form of this madness, and Infinite Iteration is already repairing damaged cells to enable optimum adaptation. You need not worry about anything]

[But if you wish, I can simply use Nullify to erase the curse of madness in your blood]

[I can also use Curse Reversal to inflict the damage back on him, but that would prove ineffective since he is the Origin of Madness. He may simply grow stronger]

’Don’t worry. Let me handle this one. I want to savor this moment.’

He gave Kryos a small, gentle smile.

"Is that so?"

The manic grin on the Origin’s face froze. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as he examined Northern—he could see it, feel it. Something was fundamentally different about the human standing before him... if he could even be called that anymore.

Because his entirety felt distant from humanity—his scent, his body, his presence, the look in his eyes. Everything had changed.

Meanwhile, Ul was still struggling in Northern’s other hand, his grip locked tight around her face.

The face in his palm felt fragile, like holding a baby’s face—so Northern was careful not to apply too much pressure. He wouldn’t break Terence’s face.

He glanced down at Kryos’s hand, however.

’That one looks very crushable.’

Northern tightened his fist around the Origin’s hand, and in that instant, Kryos let out an ugly, guttural wail—unbefitting of a supposedly higher being.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"