I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 594: To-do List



Northern sat cross-legged while others were sound asleep, his eyes distant. He looked like he was staring at the tree in front of him, but his eyes were so out of focus that it was obvious his mind was somewhere else.

'What in the world have I created? What have I done?'

He couldn't answer the question himself. He tried to piece together and compare his new summon Bairan with Revant.

Of course, Revant was probably more powerful-though that was subjective-but there was a fine and dangerous aura that Bairan exuded.

It was ancient, resplendent, empyrean, and most importantly, humbling.

Compared to how Revant shared a drastic familiarity to his appearance, distinguished only by his hair, Bairan looked nothing like him.

It seemed one way or another the Sword King Bairan's original face had managed to merge with his, creating something entirely different.

A tall, intimidating man, with a defined jawline and narrowly charming facial features. He had

an intense demeanor that rivaled Dante's facial authority, if not surpassed it.

And the unique garb that adorned his body only made things more striking-he was outlandishly stunning.

'... And the first thing he asked for was a sword.' Northern paused his thoughts for a moment, finally moving his head to look up.

He didn't need to test Bairan to know that after Revant, this was his strongest summon.

He sighed once more and a thought suddenly occurred to him.

'I don't even know what I'm going to do with all these guys. Where am I even heading?'

He knew for a fact that he wanted to be the strongest, but what was he really going to do with his life? And from here, where did he want to go?

What was he going to do with all these strong beings he was creating out of the void?

They were existences capable of shaking the world. Even though incomplete, Revant was a Tyrant.

The Third Tomb King, an Ascendant, was immensely strong without doubt. A sword in his hands would be like giving lightning to dark clouds.

If it didn't cleave the world in two with a strike, it would make the clouds rumble with fear and darkness.

And there was Revant, a disaster waiting patiently to happen. He didn't think taming a Tyrant would be easy, or even possible.

But from now until Revant began to be a problem, he would be of great use. Northern only had to make sure he grew stronger so he could dispose of him before he became a problem.

Then there were Night Terror and Black Mamba. Night Terror was currently an [Emanation of Void] while Black Mamba was a [Whisper Of Void].

Both of them have sky-tearing potential to become stronger than Paragons when they become [Servant of the Void]-the highest rank a Void summon could reach.

The void rank didn't apply to Revant, obviously because of the quality of his soul, but Bairan had started as an Echo too. Upon his new birth, he had gained a Void ability-the one thing Revant didn't get to have.

If Bairan continued to grow and also became a [Servant of Void], he would grow powerful too. Comparing it to the might of a Paragon by then would be demeaning.

All of them were going to become immensely stronger as he grew. And there was plenty of time for that-after all, he was only sixteen right now.

And then there were Jeci, Lynus, and his two dumb subordinates. Lynus wasn't really an issue; Northern planned to send him back after making sure he had filled him with sufficient fear.

Enough for the spoiled knight to understand that nothing but a gruesome fate awaited him should he decide to make an enemy of Northern.

But where was he going to put Jeci? How was he supposed to fit all this world of secrets into his daily life now that he had found his mom?

Wouldn't he have to keep living with so many lies? It was the one thing he didn't even want to do.

But was telling them safe? It wasn't a matter of trust-he trusted his mother and father, but how could he be sure this wouldn't burden them more than he expected?

Then there was the impending doom that awaited him should the whole Reimgard Empire find out their prince was alive.

The people who tried to kill him at childbirth would obviously come again.

Amidst all of this, there was damned Rughsbourgh who would emerge as a Luminary. Northern didn't yet know how vast the power distance between a Luminary and a Paragon

was.

There was no record of it, and if there was, he didn't have access to it.

He leaned back on his hands and exhaled.

'I guess the only choice is to take things one after another. First, I have to copy the Lieutenant's talents. Then for the next six months, I'll be going to the academy.'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Northern's reason was simple.

The academy was a ground with many talents. He had thought about the citadel too but chose to opt for the academy instead.

The academy would have thousands of younglings with immense potential that had not been

explored.

He also had a strong feeling that he hadn't been able to shake since becoming a Master.

That red sea of clouds beneath that separated the academy from the rest of the Central Plains -he wanted to know what was there.

And he wanted to gain access to knowledge and power. In a citadel, that would be impossible. No matter how much he accomplished, the name of the citadel would ring louder than his. But should he go to the academy and start his exploits there, his name would pop up in every event. And while he was at it, he would also be preparing a welcome-back gift for Rughsbourgh, just like he had for Raven.

There was one other skill he was thinking about learning while in the academy, since it would be influential to his growth and that of his summons.

Then he also needed to contact Hao.

Northern wasn't sure about a lot of things yet, but he had the next step right in front of him, and for now, that was fine.