My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

Just now, Gerald had used his divine pupil to look directly toward the horizon. Thirdly, it possessed a special ability. Gerald referred to it as the Mysterious Resurrection Power, and this power far surpassed the common people. It seemed as though this force could actually bring the dead back to life and turn any decays into a miracle! The fourth one was his powerful attack and energy. He was omnipotent, regardless of whether it was a long-range lock-on attack or even a close-range attack. Moreover, he could even form a very strange technique under the premise of this kind of attacking power.

Grandma asked hardly able to control her smile. "She?" David asked eyes already filled with tears, happy tears. "She." She nodded. "We are having a baby girl. Oh, my Goddess. Thank you thank you thank you so much." He hugged Alex and pecking his whole face. "She is special just like her parents." Grandma smiled making the young couple happier. "What are the special powers?" Henry asked as he was also crying out pf happiness. "She can see images from a person's mind and modify them. She is more dangerous than both of you." She laughed.

“Exactly. It doesn’t feel. It obeys. With the right word, we can activate predatory instincts, accelerated healing, camouflage, inhuman strength. And… absolute control. Without sacrifices. Without injections. Without failures.” “A perfect assassin,” Sasha murmured, his eyes fixed on the bony blades of the tail. “A monster made of trauma. That only moves when the right word is spoken…” The scientist hesitated. “It… is still in beta phase. But it is functional. It can be replicated on a large scale. I even… have other models with distinct attributes: some faster, others with mimetic capacity. And…” He swallowed hard. “Some more beautiful, if that’s necessary for social infiltration.”

Smart’s eyes shone the brightest as he pushed Crazy away and slung his arm over Orange. “What?” Orange felt ominous. “Can you create our clone?” “Ah! You know what you’re talking about.” Orange flashed a thumb up. “Obviously.” Smart made a peace symbol. Shadow silently rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I can.” “Ohhhh~” Everyone except Shadow had an identical reaction. “But, I can’t recreate your attribute. It may be similar but the power inside it will be lesser.” “How many percent can you copy my power?” “Up to how many levels?”

Besides the typical super strength and speed, they have teleportation, mind control, mind reading, regeneration, and the ability to see future events. Some even had darker natured abilities like the ability to possess another individual, the ability to manipulate and destroy organic matter. As well as its counterpart ability that allowed for the manipulation and destruction of any non-organic matter. People with such abilities were very rare and could be extremely dangerous, so they were closely monitored and kept away from most anything they could use their powers on. There were also abilities like replication, the ability to create replicas of the person themself or other people and things

Adrian stared at the impossible sight before him, his body collapsing to the floor, eyes wide with hopelessness. Gasps rippled through the entire venue. Thousands of people sat frozen, watching something that defied all science. I stepped forward and kicked him like a dead dog. "If I’m right, your so-called ‘system’ gives you the ability to copy. You're able to replicate someone else’s thoughts and creations, no matter the distance. "You could’ve used that ability to grow and actually master your craft. But you’re a fool. You only thought about stealing. A fake will always be a fake.

“Eva.” “It doesn't matter anymore.” “It matters to me!” Eva looked directly into her mother's eyes. “You erased me because I asked you to.” Elena froze. “What?” “The Consensus found me.” Lily moved closer. “Because of your ability.” Eva nodded. Subject One frowned. “What ability?” Eva looked toward Lucas. “You create possibilities.” Then Lily. “You preserve memories across them.” Finally, she pointed to herself. “I can separate realities.” Charles straightened. “How?”

A heroic, stupid, beautiful sacrifice that left her body on the black sand and her brother sobbing over it until the fog took him too. I was the only one who walked out of the resort gates that time. The sole survivor. It wasn’t because I was stronger. It was because I was luckier, and later, because I was too stubborn to die. In the years that followed, as I crawled through a hundred other Instances, I’d learned the truth. I did have an Ability. A monstrous, perfect one. I could copy. I could absorb. I could take the fire from a Pyromancer and the ice from a Cryomancer and forge them into a storm of my own design. I became a mirror, then a prism, then a weapon.

"Then we stop playing defense. We carry the fight to him." Damien snorted. "And how do we do that?" Lena's mind worked. "We cut off his power. His money, his men, his influence. We rip it away piece by piece." Noah smiled. "Now you're thinking like a winner." Evelyn sat forward. "Alright. Where do we start?" Lena pulled out a burned burner phone. "Kane runs his empire on fear. But more than that—on money. We take that away from him, we incapacitate him."

Ross tried to approach me a few more times, but every time, Derek's death glare sent him scurrying back. That was Derek through and through. Everything he did—every move he made—was for himself. "Honestly, he does seem way more normal now," Mia chimed in. "They say a reformed player is worth more than gold. If this keeps up, Bella, you're basically a saint reincarnated." It felt like everyone around me wanted this to keep going forever. And without the edge, Derek did seem to be getting better. No smoking. No drinking. No fighting. No chasing girls.