I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 347  A Change Of Weapon

Raven stopped a little bit afar from Terence and Helena. She glanced at them and looked at Northern.

"I am sorry, I didn't know things were going to go down this way."

Northern glared at her dubiously and growled,

"Are you sure? Seems to me like you knew exactly what was going to happen when you decided to offer me the ship. Didn't you say it was one thing you couldn't control?"

"I never thought or expected that you were going to abandon the ship. I didn't even think you'd be able to defeat it or any of us would be able to."

Northern frowned as she apologized. The air between both of them became cold, then Raven exhaled and said:

"I know it's hard to believe given Terence's abilities. But I swear to you she didn't share any information regarding this event."

"And how exactly am I supposed to believe your words?"

"I have no reason to lie to you!" Raven's expression accentuated the pitch in her tone; she was slowly growing frustrated.

Northern glared at her for a couple of beats and shrugged annoyingly.

"Look, I don't care, Raven. I will move my way from here hence. I wish you luck in whatever you want to do. And don't think I have forgotten about my cores. I don't care if the cores you planned to use to become a Sage got destroyed in the ship. I am collecting a thousand cores from you."

He said, threw his head back, and walked forward. Alone.

Raven tried to stop him but stopped before saying anything, then stared at his back with a morose look on her face.

She sighed and stared at Helena and Terence.

Both of them were silent at first, until Raven focused on Terence and asked:

"Did you get it?"

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Northern walked forward on his own, trekking through the stony landscape with the sandy one right in front of him.

While he walked, he inspected his growth.

Name: Northern Longguard

True Name: [Nameless]³

Attributes: [Formless], [Child of Void], [Limitless Void], [Vestige of Chaos and Void], [Chaos Eyes], [Chaos Thread], [Flames of Chaos]

Soul Rank: [Nomad]

Void Summons: [6/100]

Talent Fragments: [467/3000]

[Copied Talents]: [0/3]

[Owned Talents]: [3]

[Attribute Abilities (Active/Passive)]: [8/11]

[Owned Items]: [Mortal Blade], [Eternal Twilight], [Silver Sword], [Death Glare] and 6 others.

The amount of talent fragments he had gained was amazing. And the majority of it came from the rift itself.

Before now, Northern didn't realize he could gain such an outstanding reward from defeating rifts.

Now, he just felt like defeating rifts was the easiest way to grow.

He paused for a moment. That thinking…

'I see…'

It was the way every other Drifter thought too. Surely, they had been killing monsters, but defeating rifts gave a far better reward.

It was why the majority of them still ventured into rifts despite it being a vessel of all dangers, both of those that one could think of and could not.

'Turns out I'm not so different after all.'

This, however, didn't mean that he thought himself the same as other drifters.

Although fundamentally, without a core, he was less. But with the system, he is far better.

He really looked forward to the look on Rughsbourgh's face when he realizes he lived through.

The coreless brat.

'I should show them…'

The thought of it made him boil with exhilaration. But he still kept his cool and walked forward.

Inspecting the next tab.

[Chaos Art Of Blistering Thousand Steps]

Heritage Level: [3]

Heritage Ability: [Chaos Step], [Chaos Sword Art 1: Eternal Chaos], [Chaos Sword Art 2: Tempest Fury]

Heritage Heirloom: [Gengar]

Northern paused his steps and summoned the heirloom.

Immediately it appeared in his hands,

'As I suspected, it's an item.'

But it was nothing like Northern had ever held. It was different from all the weapons he had wielded.

It looked like a masterpiece of dark craftsmanship, a twin-bladed staff that emanated a chilling aura of malevolence.

Its long, ebony shaft was nearly as tall as Northern himself, constructed from a mysterious, obsidian-like material that seemed to devour the light around it.

The length of the staff was a sinuous blend of form and function, offering the perfect balance between reach and control for its bearer's martial arts style.

At each end of the staff, crescent blades jutted outward, curving with a predatory grace that hinted at their lethal purpose.

The blades themselves were a deep, shimmering indigo, their edges honed to a razor's precision.

They appeared almost translucent, like the thin edge of a breaking wave frozen in time, and as sharp as the biting wind of a winter storm.

Intricate, lightning-like veins of violet and electric blue pulsed just beneath the surface of the blades, illuminating the dark with their eerie, chaotic glow.

The staff's grip was wrapped in supple, dark leather, designed to absorb the shock of impact and give the wielder a firm, unyielding hold.

Northern, even as he held its grip, felt a strong sense of hold, the lightness of weight. It was like the weapon itself was perfectly resonating with something within him.

'If it's an Item, I should be able to see its information, right?' n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Northern opened [Soul Eyes] and peered into the weapon.

[Item]

Name: [Gangar]

Type: [Weapon]

Rank: [Demonic]

Order: [I]

Description: [This item is a cursed weapon created by the Chaos Prince when he was bored. It is a large staff with two blades, customized with lightning created from void. It is adapted to fit the aggressive martial arts style of its creator. At specific moments, it is possible to see the lightning shining with chaotic glitches]

Order Ability: [Atrocious Weapon]

[Atrocious Weapon]: This weapon possesses a mind of its own. It is usually asleep, but when it awakens, it is never good for the user as it feeds on the energy of the user to amplify its strength]

Northern stared down at the blade; he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

'At the very least, it looks like a very impressive weapon.'

It was, in fact, the most impressive he had gotten so far, a Demonic rank too.

Moreover, he really appreciated the change of structure.

Northern raised the weapon up to look at it very well in the shining daylight.

He wasn't sure if he was seeing right, but a figure clad in white was approaching him through the air.

Northern paused a little to figure out what was wrong. Only for his eyes to grow wide as the figure came closer.

It was a being, viciously hurling a cavalier spear towards him.