Solo Leveling with Copy Ability

Evolved Grave Lord - Eternal Warden Upon reaching the pinnacle of his summoning mastery, Markus's Grave Lord skill underwent a dramatic transformation into;

Eternal Warden. Summon undead and to store fallen souls are now seamlessly fused into a single, awe inspiring power known as the Cemetery. With this evolution, Markus can now command an astonishing total of 25,000 units, a number that will continue to grow by an additional 10% with each level up. This dramatic increase in both the summon and storage limits transforms his battlefield into a veritable graveyard, where every fallen enemy can be resurrected and repurposed as part of his indomitable undead legion.

Furthermore, the Cemetery now possesses the unique capability to convert enemy souls directly into summonable units. This means that every adversary defeated by Markus, whether by his own hand or through the prowess of his summoned forces, can contribute directly to bolstering his ranks. The integration of this feature not only increases the raw numbers of his undead army but also enhances its overall combat effectiveness. 

New Summonable Units

Wind Dragons: Agile, ethereal dragons that ride the air currents, delivering razor-sharp gusts and executing lightning-fast strikes with unmatched evasiveness.

Phantom Blademasters: Elite, spectral warriors wielding ghostly blades that flash with deadly precision, excelling in rapid, close-quarter combat.

Wailing Banshees: Haunting, ghost-like figures whose piercing screams disorient and demoralize foes, leaving enemies vulnerable to follow-up attacks.

Abyssal Wolves: Massive, obsidian-armored wolf-like creatures that hunt in coordinated packs and can serve as swift, resilient mounts for the undead legion.

Markus's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he absorbed the updated description of his evolved Grave Lord skill. With a decisive gesture, he summoned a fresh battalion of new units: a squadron of Phantom Blademasters and a pack of Abyssal Wolves. The Phantom Blademasters materialized first, a cadre of spectral warriors clad in sleek, medium armor reminiscent of deadly assassins. Their armor, dark and form-fitting, glimmered faintly with an ethereal sheen, and each warrior wielded razor-sharp, ghostly blades that caught the light in fleeting flashes as they moved with uncanny precision.

Alongside the Blademasters, the Abyssal Wolves emerged from swirling shadows. These massive, wolf-like beasts were cloaked in obsidian fur that seemed to drink in all light, their eyes blazing with predatory intensity. Larger than any typical mount yet agile enough to carry a hunter with ease, they possessed the imposing stature of a rather large shire horse. Their muscular frames rippled under sleek coats as they moved silently, every step exuding the lethal assurance of a seasoned predator.

With fluid grace, Markus mounted one of the Abyssal Wolves, his imposing silhouette framed against the ghostly formation of his new unit. The Phantom Blademasters swiftly formed a protective ring around him while a disciplined formation of Doom Knights, securing the perimeter, slowly disbanded to grant passage, as he passed they formed two lines and marched after him. As Markus led his formidable force forward, the rhythmic sound of spectral blades and the low growl of the wolves resonated like a prelude to impending war, sending shivers down the spines of onlookers and broadcasting screens alike.

The global response was instantaneous, and online forums erupted with excitement. In one of the live discussion threads, the chat window buzzed with animated debate:

[Global Forums – Live Discussions] 

HunterNet Thread: "What are these - Beyond Belief!"

ShadowEmperor01: "Those assassins and wolves are something else!"

NecroGod99: "Finally, he's revealed some of his hidden arsenal. I wonder why he waited so long to unleash such epic forces!"

FireLord88: "Absolutely stunning! The way those wolves glide is like watching death personified, pure artistry!"

HunterFanGirl: "I'm obsessed! A perfect blend of elegance and terror."

BattleMage82: "If Markus ever decides to wage war, his new units will be unstoppable. Plus I need one of those wolves. Seriously I WANT ONE!"

DarkMage84: "I'm writing to the devs of the MMO I'm playing. I want those units, and I want them yesterday!"

The fervor of public debate was underscored by cinematic clips circulating online, closeups of the Phantom Blademasters and the Abyssal Wolves' graceful yet fearsome charge. Spectators marveled at the impeccable coordination between the units, comparing the strategic superiority of the spectral forces to the raw.

Markus's eyes narrowed in frustration as he surveyed the chaotic scene, despite his vigilance, the Plague and Frost Monarchs had remained hidden, their true forms deliberately concealed. He knew they were biding their time, waiting for Jinwoo to make his move. Determined not to let their inaction derail his plans, Markus called the lover boy from Japan, ensuring that Jinwoo is back in the fray. When Jinwoo finally appeared next to Thomas Andre, Markus joined them, immediately turning his attention to the injured hunters. With a few precise gestures, he activated his healing skills, mending wounds and restoring vital energies, all while his mind simmered with anticipation.

It wasn't long before the anticipated moment arrived, the Frost and Plague Monarchs, their presence now unmistakable, advanced toward the gathering with an air of condescension. Their voices, laced with ridicule, mocked Jinwoo's apparent humanity. Markus, however, met their taunts with a wide, knowing smile. His focus was unwavering. He planned to use these encounters as living EXP farms, meticulously leveling up his skills while also keeping an eye on dimensional energies should either Monarch attempt to escape through the gates, Markus was ready to disrupt their escape, locking them in place for as long as needed. He needed them to deplete the HP of Jinwoo to get the memories of the Original Shadow Monarch. The anomaly between the monarchs and rulers. 

In that charged atmosphere, the tension was palpable, a long, grueling day lay ahead for the defiant Monarchs. Markus remained in the midst of the gathering, his mind racing with calculations and possibilities, his resolve as steely as ever. With each passing moment, he fortified his abilities, preparing to absorb every ounce of experience these interactions could offer. The combined forces of the hunters around him and the surging energies of the gates all converged into a singular, relentless drive within Markus, to harness, to evolve, and ultimately, to reshape the very fabric of this war-torn reality.

Markus smirked as he leaned in close to Jinwoo, his tone teasing yet cutting. "So, do you want the freezer bloke or the crawling lass?" he quipped, his eyes dancing with mischief. Jinwoo, however, barely spared a glance at the comment; his focus was fixed on the figure of the Frost Monarch as soon as the enemy revealed its icy visage. In one swift, instinctive motion, Jinwoo raised his dagger, its tip gleaming in the dim light, as a silent challenge to the Frost Monarch.

With a mocking bow, Markus turned his attention to the looming presence of Querehsha, The Queen of Insects and Monarch of Plagues. "And you must be Querehsha, the 'thing' who calls itself a lady, ugly doesn't quite cover it, now does it?" he jeered, his voice laced with sardonic amusement. His words served as the spark that ignited the skirmish; the air thickened with tension as both sides prepared for combat.

The clash erupted almost instantly. Markus engaged Querehsha with a flurry of precise, calculated strikes, his elemental powers intertwining with his telekinetic might. Meanwhile, Jinwoo and Sillad, the Frost Monarch of the Snow Folk, locked in their own duel, blades clashing in a deadly dance of frost and shadow. The atmosphere crackled with raw energy as each combatant pushed their limits, their attacks a blur of motion and magic.

At a critical moment in the melee, Markus seized his chance. With unwavering focus, he used his telekinetic power to alter the trajectory of a sharp icicle hurtling through the air. In one fluid, thought-driven motion, the redirected icicle pierced Jinwoo's chest, a calculated move designed not to kill but to force the transfer of the ancient memories of the Shadow Monarch. Sillad, ever the ruthless opportunist, used this lap and returned the very dagger Jinwoo had used to injure him, its tip finding its mark in Jinwoo's heart.

The brutal exchange wasn't without purpose. Jinwoo, though momentarily overwhelmed by pain, absorbed the cascading memories, the legacy of the Shadow Monarch, in an almost visceral communion of magic and resolve. As the chaos unfolded, Sung Il-Hwan, Jinwoo's father, entered the fray, his presence adding an "unexpected" and fierce intensity. Despite the raw brutality of the confrontation, Markus ensured that no one was pushed past their breaking point. Maintaining the delicate balance between life and death. Sung Il-Hwan was fighting the Frost Monarch while his son was getting the history lesson with the main subjects of; The uncaring god figure, "The Absolute Being". A first class Jerk that let his creations The Monarchs and Rulers to slaughter each other for centuries. When Ashburn pleaded for his intervention to secure a permanent victory, he didn't even deemed it necessary to answer. The Rulers with the fragments of the shiny egomaniac, their purpose was to defeat the Monarchs. Lastly the Monarchs created to destroy the Rulers. All in all it was a live stream for the absolute wanker. Ashborn after being evolved to Shadow Monarch, comes to understand his fellow Rulers has skewered the shiny bloke and decided to destroy the monarchs as it is the main purpose of their very being. Ashborn sided with the Monarchs in order to keep the balance. Lastly the betrayal of the monarchs and death of Baran, The Monarch of White Flames, the King of Demons. 

Amid the tumult, Markus's copy slots replenished, and he swiftly activated his ability once more. Focused on the intricacies of mana shaping, copying the "Mana Manipulation" from Querehsha. He turned to the "Fragment of The Most Brilliant Light" emanating from Sung Il-Hwan, given to him by the Rulers as a weapon to kill his own son. A power Markus had long been looking for. Simultaneously, he absorbed another copy of Spiritual Body Manifestation, reinforcing his own physical and ethereal prowess. Each copied skill merged seamlessly with his existing arsenal. The skirmish subsided into a tense silence, the echoes of clashing steel and whispered incantations fading into the background. Markus surveyed the battlefield with cold satisfaction, his mind already racing with calculations and potential enhancements. With the skirmish drawing to a close, Markus turned his attention back to the practical matters at hand. His mind was already abuzz with plans to further refine his skills and expand his influence in the realm.

Markus's eyes narrowed with cold determination as he engaged his telekinetic prowess. In one swift, decisive moment, he manipulated the ambient energy to immobilize Querehsha, The Queen of Insects, trapping her in a constricting grip of unyielding force. Without a flicker of hesitation, he summoned a razor-sharp wind blade, its form emerging in the blink of an eye, and with a single, thought driven motion, beheaded the monstrous ruler. The act was executed so seamlessly that Querehsha never even had a chance to register the fatal strike, her final gasp lost amid the overwhelming surge of Markus's power.

As the echoes of Querehsha's defeat faded, Markus's attention was on Jinwoo. Emerging from his intense history lesson with Ashborn, a moment during which Jinwoo was most probably erasing system with it's restrictions, his demeanor hinted at a new freedom. With relentless precision, Markus invoked his telekinetic mastery once more, locking the Monarch of Frost, within an unbreakable hold. As the frost-bound monarch struggled futilely against the invisible bonds, Markus channeled a devastating burst of elemental energy. A colossal plasma lance, forged from the union of searing lightning and scorching fire, was propelled directly toward the Monarch's core. In that singular, breathtaking instant, the frost monarch's resistance shattered, and he fell, his defeat marked by a cascade of explosive energy. The aftermath was as resounding as it was transformative. The combined victories over the Monarchs of Frost, Plague and Fangs awarded Markus an astronomical surge in experience, propelling his level upward As the battlefield quieted, Markus surveyed the scene with a steely gaze, the enormity of his triumph resonating within him.

Thousands of hunters gathered beneath the colossal gate, a sea of determined faces stretching as far as the eye could see. The gate loomed above them, a dark, pulsating monolith of raw energy that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality. The atmosphere was heavy with a mix of dread and solemn resolve, as each hunter stood ready for the inevitable catastrophe.

In the shadow of the gate, the tension was palpable. Hunters from every corner of the globe had converged on this singular moment, their diverse languages and battle-hardened expressions uniting in silent anticipation. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum, counting down to the moment when the gate would break and unleash chaos once more.

The surrounding air vibrated with an almost tangible energy as the hunters braced themselves. For many, this was not merely a battle, but a reckoning, a final stand against a force that had long terrorized their world. Their weapons gleamed in the dim light, and their eyes were fixed on the gate with unwavering focus, as if willing it to reveal its secrets before it shattered.

As the minutes ticked by, a hush fell over the assembled crowd. In that stillness, the collective memory of past battles and losses loomed large, a reminder of the countless sacrifices made in the name of survival. Yet, amidst the sorrow, there was also a steely determination. The hunters knew that this was the turning point, whether it led to salvation or further devastation.

Overhead, massive screens and live feeds broadcast the scene to an anxious world. News anchors and analysts, their voices trembling between hope and despair, speculated on the outcome. "Is this the end, or a new beginning?" one anchor asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The media's relentless focus only amplified the gravity of the moment.

Online, global forums erupted with heated debate and anxious speculation. Hashtags like #LastGateBreak and #FinalThreshold trended wildly, as fans, experts, and critics alike shared their fears and doubts. One user wrote, "No one can imagine a positive outcome from this level of gate break. The destruction it would cause will end the civilization as we know it." while another countered, "Perhaps from the ashes, a new era might rise."

In that charged atmosphere, the world seemed to hold its breath collectively. Governments, military leaders, and even ordinary citizens were united in a state of suspended animation, waiting for the inevitable rupture of the gate. The silence was deafening, a moment frozen in time where hope and despair collided.

Markus stood alone in the thrne room of his castle, his mind still reeling from the monumental slaying of the monarchs. In that quiet, shattered moment, he contemplated the immense gains achieved through his relentless battles. The echoes of fallen foes and the raw, pulsing energy of their demise swirled around him, feeding into his very core. It was in this crucible of death and magic that the particles of light, the elusive Fragment of the Most Brilliant Light, began to fuse with his being, setting the stage for a transformation unlike any other. As the radiant shard melded with his flesh, Markus could feel his human limitations shattering, his form shifting imperceptibly toward something far greater.

In that transformative instant, the essence of the fragment coursed through Markus like a tidal wave, altering not only his physical form but the very fabric of his soul. He felt his heart ignite with an otherworldly brilliance as his blood pulsed with newfound magic. Slowly, his features softened into an ethereal glow, and he sensed his race evolving, his spirit expanding beyond mortal confines. The title of Divine Human gave way to the exalted nature of an Ethereal Archon, a being now capable of perceiving even the faintest traces of arcane energy and manipulating them with surgical precision. This new form imbued him with enhanced awareness, enabling him to detect the subtlest whispers of magical forces and identify their origins. 

As his body transformed, Markus's core abilities evolved in tandem. His Master of Arcana, which once manipulated the elements, reached its zenith at Level 10 and then transcended into Mana Body, a state of full elemental dominion over primary, secondary, rare, and arcane energies. This evolution not only bolstered his mana reserves to astronomical levels but also significantly increased his MP regeneration, allowing him to channel elemental fury with relentless efficiency. Simultaneously, his Portal Manipulation skill evolved into World Gate, shattering previous spatial limits and granting him the power to tear through the fabric of reality itself. With World Gate, he could now teleport anywhere on a planetary scale, a testament to his boundless mastery over both time and space.

The metamorphosis was not merely physical or skill-based; it was a profound rebirth of his very essence. Each level-up in his new form now granted him an additional 30 stat points across his core attributes. Strength, Agility, Endurance, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Luck, plus 20 extra free stat points to invest as he saw fit. This explosive growth accelerated his evolution, turning every battle and every conquest into a stepping stone toward ultimate supremacy. Markus could feel his power expanding with every heartbeat, every surge of mana reinforcing his new Ethereal Archon form and confirming his transcendence beyond ordinary hunters.

His new race, with its unparalleled sensory perception and control over arcane energies, granted him the unique ability to not only absorb but to reshape the very laws of magic. He marveled at how the once isolated fragment had woven itself into the tapestry of his existence, transforming his capabilities and setting him on a path to dominate both the physical and metaphysical realms. Every skill he had acquired, every drop of experience gained, now coalesced into a unified force that defied mortal comprehension.

With the transformation complete and his mind alight with possibilities, Markus felt a profound sense of rebirth. He was no longer bound by the limitations of a mere human; he was an Ethereal Archon, a paragon of might and mastery over magic, necromancy, and the very essence of reality. His journey of ascension had reached a critical milestone—a moment of transcendence that would forever alter the balance of power in the hunter world. As he prepared to stride into the future, Markus knew that his new form would serve as the foundation for his ultimate ambition: to reshape existence itself. 

Finally, the moment arrived. The massive gate trembled, its surface rippling like disturbed water, signaling the impending break. Every eye was fixed upward, and every heart pounded in unison, as the world braced itself for an event that would forever alter the course of history.