I Can Copy And Evolve Talents-Chapter 872: The Abyss Tyrant

Name: [Abyss Tyrant]

True Name: [Abyss Singularity]

Danger Level: [Abysmal]

Void Rank: [Emanation]

Void Ability: [Void Flames], [Void Cleave]

Attributes: [Absolute Silence], [Fourfold Cognizance]

Core Nature: [Hollow Star]

Core Abilities: [Severance], [Fractured Invocation], [Litany Of The Final Rite], [Black Bloom], [The Staff of the Forsaken Crescent]

Northern narrowed his eyes for a moment.

'Wow… quite a lot.'

At this moment, both battlefields around him had delved into a cacophony of ugly metallic sounds.

He didn't care though. More than watching how the battle was unfolding, Northern was desperately curious about what despicable abilities his Void summon now had.

Abyss Tyrant now had extra abilities asides from the abilities it had thanks to Void. It seemed that it's Core had gained a nature and also some certain abilities.

Northern squinted his eyes for a moment, massaging his chins.

'Could this Core Nature have something to do with how monsters relate to their environment at higher rank.'

Of course, he wasn't so sure but he smelled that he was right. It had always been strange that he couldn't see what exactly was the talent in monsters.

But this felt like a connector that pieced everything together.

'Whatever this Abyss is, I'm sure it must be very dangerous. It even affected his true name too.'

Northern was slightly concerned because he was dealing with a concept he had never heard of or seen before. But he calmed himself and inspected the rest of the abilities.

Absolute Silence: [The air around the Abyss Tyrant is devoid of sound. Voices falter. Spell chants fail. Communication breaks down in its presence. This isn't just the absence of noise—it's the muting of energy, the collapse of vibration. It induces a kind of spiritual claustrophobia.]

Fourfold Cognizance: [Each pair of the Abyss Tyrant arms represents a different aspect of awareness: physical, emotional, dimensional, and metaphysical. It perceives your soul's weight, your future's divergence, your lies, and your hidden intentions.]

Northern paused, studying each of the ability with a delighted expression glued to his face while his entire surrounding bent and cracked with fearsome and terrifying sounds and vibrations.

He moved on to the Core's Nature.

Abyss Tyrant now had five cores, so Northern guessed that all five abilities were each belonging to one core.

That would mean that since monsters were wired to not be able to evolve, the number of abilities they had was usually the number of cores they possess.

'That makes sense… but many of them don't use it…'

Northern had encountered very few that could. Either their abilities wasn't mature enough to be used or they weren't intelligent enough to use it.

'Well, if I can take account of the fact that most of the monsters I've met are in rift. And rift sort of limits their growth, I guess the explanation could add up.'

These days, the monsters he had been meeting have been proving to be rather smart and powerful than expected. All because they've spent longer time outside the rift.

He exhaled and continued to study the runes of Abyss Tyrant's abilities.

Severance: [The Abyss Tyrant claws can sever not only flesh, but purpose. If it marks someone, that person loses the reason behind their abilities—swords grow dull in their hands, talents become foreign, instincts erode. It's not death—it's deactivation.]

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Fractured Invocation: [Abyss Tyrant splits into four afterimages, each one representing a different aspect of its Cognizance. Each illusion mimics an arm's function, attacking from multiple angles.]

Litany Of The Final Rite: [A ritualistic ability. If left uninterrupted, it can erase a being entirely from existence—memories of them, impact they made, even the consequences of their actions. The world reshapes itself as though they were never born.]

Black Bloom: [Abyss Tyrant summons a black flower blossoming in reverse. Anything caught within ages, rusts, forgets its function, and decays.]

Name: [The Staff of the Forsaken Crescent]

Rank: [Ancient]

Type: [Bound Weapon]

Order: [III]

Abilities: [Reality Edict], [Crescent Sundering], [Staff Of Origin]

Description: [A tall, obsidian-and-silver staff crowned by a crescent halo that spins silently. In the crescent's void is a shimmering ring—like a slow-turning eclipse locked in mid-phase. The staff appears ceremonial, yet it's inscribed with ancient, shifting runes that rewrite themselves based on the user's intention. It was a gift from a fallen star to the beautiful lady that was lost in the moon.]

Northern was left awed. He was not even going to talk about the fact that all of Abyss Tyrant's abilities are somewhat broken and too strong for a monster of its caliber.

But it's fifth ability was a bound Item, just like Grengar! But Grengar could not come close!

'...damn, he's so lucky'

For a moment, Northern found himself, wishing he could use the weapon but it was bound.

'Wait… my clones use Grengar though.'

Northern felt like he got his answer immediately he raised the thought. At the same time, he didn't want to believe it was completely impossible.

'Let's see what it can do first.'

Reality Edict: [By planting the staff into the ground, it declares a temporary law in the area. Examples:

"Nothing may die." – All within the radius become immortal but cannot heal.

"No spell may persist." – Spells instantly dissipate.

"The slowest shall strike first." – Reverses initiative speed orders in battle.

These laws only last for a limited time but come at a cost—usually in the form of entropy, decay, or sacrificing one of its arms temporarily.]

Crescent Sundering: [The crescent rotates and generates a beam of destructive effect. The effect usually differs according to the rotation corner of the crescent.]

Staff Of Origin: [At a point in time all thing will be as it ought to be? Or has it always been? The four faced man had no where to turn to, for he sees all corners already]

Northern frowned at the last description then hissed.

It was like an incomplete note and reminded him somewhat of the early description of Chaos and Void. That description only invited trouble so he was going to just pretend like it didn't exist.

Although that would no doubt be difficult.

Northern shifted his gaze to all other abilities, his eyes gleaming deliciously.

'Wow… even staff's abilities are broken.'

He shook his head, smiling sweetly.

'Alright. Nebulous Lord's turn'