I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Revant Awakening
Northern stood for a few seconds, his mind blank.

What he had just witnessed went against all common sense—or at least, the boundaries of what was defined as common sense in this world.

He could use souls to create weapons? Items?

‘I thought items could only be gained upon kills! If I can create them, then what exactly does this insinuate?’

So many questions tumbled through Northern’s mind, tiring him out in that moment.

He was happy—overwhelmed by joy, in fact—but at the same time, he was wary and inquisitive. This caused his suspicions of Ul to rise once again.

And he couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Is everything that has always been so far in Ul’Tra-el really as it seems?’

Even now, there was no certain answer, but the appearance of this unique ability had given him the right to question it.

And as long as a question exists, one day, there will definitely come an answer.

‘I will find it,’ Northern’s eyes gleamed with determination.

He refocused on his new ability. He really could create weapons with the souls of monsters.

“Soul Forge,” he muttered.

It was the last of the abilities he had received as a result of the progress of his soul, and it was very satisfying to him—especially Soul Forge.

Northern sat on the ground of the palace. With the new view, it felt more lively and homely than before.

Then he summoned the Night Terror, who appeared before him, bowing.

Night Terror had no physical change, but the monster’s eyes gleamed with intelligence—a precise and certain kind of intelligence, unlike anything that had been there before.

“Bring the new guy,” Northern commanded casually, but Night Terror instantly understood.

He stood up and walked away, passing between the pillars, and after a few moments, returned hauling a coffin with large shackles draped over his shoulder.

Northern tried not to mind the screeching of the coffin on the glass-like ground as Night Terror dragged it to his front.

The monster halted, bowed, and stepped back. Northern then looked at the coffin.

‘The soul of a Tyrant…’

Thinking about it again, joy overwhelmed his heart. He was not walking down the path of a Tyrant, obviously; he had the seed of an Origin. Northern entertained the thought that one day, he might end up being an Origin.

Or at most, a mixture of the two.

However, he always questioned the possibility of these things because he believed that while Tyranny could be attained, Origins were born as Origins.

They were regarded as the beginning of a certain concept, so it made no sense for it to start with a seed.

However, he also thought, ‘Maybe I am the first Origin of Void. I couldn’t really be considered an Origin until I became one.’

Which meant the point where the seed probably germinates and spreads is the true beginning.

But what would make him different wasn’t just that he would become an Origin—it was that he would have a Tyrant as a Void summon. A servant.

The thought alone filled him with a surge of pride.

Finally, he shifted his focus from that idea and poured all one thousand talent fragments he had gained from the unused talent slot into the Link.

And…

[A link has been established]

Northern looked down at the being as the system announced it.

Immediately, a flood of sensation surged into his mind. His eyes widened, and he almost lost his balance, quickly stabilizing himself by leaning on the coffin.

The connection was vivid and clear. He could feel it deeply, as though he had entered the mind of the Tyrant, and the Tyrant had entered his mind at the same time.

[You have gained a unique ability: Mind’s Eye]

Immediately, Northern’s forehead split open, revealing a pitch-black sclera and a pure white pupil that swayed from side to side.

As it did so on Northern’s forehead, it did the same on the Tyrant’s, as the Tyrant slowly opened his eyes. The vertical eye on his forehead closed and disappeared, as if it had never been there—just as it vanished from Northern’s forehead.

“What is this?!”

Northern quickly touched his forehead, realizing the eye was gone.

‘It felt like someone was seeing directly into and through my mind.’

At first, Northern thought he had tried to see with his own eyes but couldn’t, then forced himself to create an eye in his mind, thus granting him the Mind’s Eye.

It only took that single moment for Northern to realize how powerful this creature could be.

The Tyrant rested his hand on the coffin lid and slowly pushed himself up, levitating out of the coffin, with dark smoke flowing over his lower body.

Northern turned as he watched him land opposite him, observing as he looked around the Void Palace for a while before their eyes finally met.

Then the Tyrant’s voice rang out.

“This is incredible,” he said, looking around and admiring the scenery.

Northern was taken aback, his eyes slightly widening. The voice of the creature before him sounded exactly like his own—hoarse and rough, like a weathered surface.

Not only that, but save for the unique eyes, the dark lines beneath his lip, the extremely pale skin, and white eyes, this creature looked exactly like him.

He was like a warm Northern with black hair.

‘I don’t know whether to call this a good thing…’

The creature was obviously going to be insanely powerful, but would he be as controllable as Northern wished and hoped?

‘At this point, the last thing I need is a servant whose disobedience will mess up my plans.’

That’s why Northern knew, in that moment, that there was no better time to establish his place than now.

‘He might be a Tyrant, but he is linked to me, lives because of me, and can die if I will it so.’

With that thought, Northern summoned confidence, which reflected in his dark eyes.

His gaze became imposing, falling on the Tyrant like a blanket of moonless darkness, causing the Tyrant to suddenly grow cold.

He involuntarily lowered his gaze as Northern’s chin rose.

Then Northern took purposeful strides toward the creature, stopping in front of him and saying:

“Here are a few things to engrave in your core, Revant. I am your god, your creator, your master, and the only one you owe obedience, loyalty, and your life to.”