My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Novels & Stories

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.

He then proceeded to introduce each candidate and their unique abilities: - Aaryn: CHANGE - the power to transform into various forms. - Jet: FREEZE - the ability to freeze enemies. - Raven: SNOW - the power to create snow, even on a sunny day. - Amarok: ARMOUR - the ability to turn his body into an impenetrable armor. - Katniss: SNIPER - the skill to easily target enemies from a distance. I smirked confidently, determined to become the top candidate for the next trainer position.

I was surprised that a man of his caliber couldn't lift her off. A couple of hours went by, and the number dropped again. We were now eight strong. Everyone had practically learned the skill. Not to Kali's or even Moses's level, but good enough to be accepted. The only one on the field was me. I was still getting down the footwork. I slowly walked through it again and again. I had repeated the same movements almost a hundred times. You could see my tracks clearly in the dirt. I no longer had the [Copywriter] skill ever since it was upgraded to [Mirror Eyes]. This didn't mean I couldn't copy other skills. I needed to live through a body that had known the skill to obtain it. Do you understand

“Their abilities included heightened strength and speed, enhanced regeneration, more powerful than their two bloodlines. They had elemental manipulation—particularly fire, electricity, and earth, energy manipulation, as well as the ability to enter the spiritual realm..." I blink. “Well, that’s… a lot...” Miyuki mutters. “That sounds intense.” Lucas says, his smile disappearing once he sees how serious all of this is... I don’t respond. My mind is spinning too fast. If this is true... if I really am from the Darvosi line... then that means… I swallow. “I need to figure out how to activate my gene...”

Thinking quickly, he used the [Mimic] Skill to replicate Alicia’s glowing eyes and his Class privilege let him fake the part of being under Belle’s control. If he hadn’t done all that, he probably wouldn’t have gotten away with it. ‘It seems my Level isn’t high enough to resist that Skill. It’s too dangerous…’ Rey had the Skill, and he knew how it worked. He had also tested it out on monsters, but since every enemy he faced was considerably weaker than him, he had not known how powerful it was. But now he understood. “It’s an A-Tier for a reason.” He whispered. “Still, to think this was her goal all along.”

"I beg your pardon?" "Memory implantation. Artificial personality construction. Perfect duplicates." I gestured around the room. "Do you have any idea how insanely complex that would be?" "The technology exists—" "Does it? Because I'm looking at my supposed 'duplicate' and noticing some pretty significant flaws in your perfect replacement theory." I walked closer to the other Aria, studying her with the kind of attention I'd learned from months of observing Academy politics. "For instance," I continued, "she's standing with perfect posture. I have a tendency to favor my left side because of an old training injury. She's breathing evenly and calmly. I'm still recovering from sprinting through

" He unbuttoned his shirt sleeve, and showed me a jagged scar which extended along his wrist to his elbow. Skin that surrounded it was puckered and discolored. Looking up, he said, "They tried to lop my ability out of me." As though it was a kind of disease that they could simply get rid of. Tyra turned away and her face was pale. "Jesus!" “Ehm that's enough , tell me, what can you do? I enquired in a mild way. Malek looked on the floor. “I have skills at closing things; robots, drones, any technology that has a code in it. I simply... put my mind on it, and switch it off."

"Cognitive development exceeds expectations. Genetic memory transfer appears viable." The video cut to a scream. The boy convulsed. A second later, the screen turned to static. Aurora squeezed my hand. "This... this isn't science. It's torture." I clicked through more videos. More boys. Clones. Variations. Some failed. Some died. One escaped. Me. My breath caught as a file labeled Damien loaded. It showed a baby in a glass pod. "Subject 13," Monroe narrated. "The perfect replication. Accelerated physical development, emotional override capabilities reduced to allow natural empathy. The perfect sleeper. He will grow believing he is real."

Had things not been so busy, I would have ravished her right then and there. Seraphine came walking up with a set of noise canceling ear muffs. I was genuinely confused for a moment. "We're working on expanding the power level of Reya's earth shattering howls. Like wolves, shifter ears are quite sensitive, so you'll be needing a pair, if you plan on watching. The frequency used is almost like a sonic sound wave, it's large spread and it could possibly deafen you, if you aren't careful." I was shocked, to say the least. "Are there any other special abilities?" I asked, looking towards Valeria. She shrugged a little. "Reya says there are Three special abilities. Howler, Dominion and Rupture, t