Solo Leveling with Copy Ability

Markus woke up in his luxury hotel suite, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting his mind settle from the sheer amount of power he had accumulated in just a few days.

Then, as was now routine, he summoned his status screen with a thought.

And immediately, he frowned.

[Status Window]

Name: Markus Tenebris

Level: 7

Class: None (Upgradeable)

Titles: None

HP: 1,140/1,140 (END × 10 = 1,140)

MP: 1,422/1,422 (INT × 1.6 × 10 = 1,422, increased due to Lich's Essence.)

SP: 1,416/1,416 (AGI + END) × 8 = 1,416

EXP to Next Level: 750/4,000

Unspent Stat Points: 29 (Mocking him in the worst way possible.)

Core Stats:

 Strength: 79

 Agility: 89

 Endurance: 114

 Intelligence: 237

 Wisdom: 175

 Luck: 52

Markus stared at the uneven, unsymmetrical, completely chaotic numbers on his status screen.

It was disgusting.

 79 in Strength? Why not 80?

 89 in Agility? Why not 90?

 114 in Endurance? Who the hell levels up and lands on such an ugly number?!

His left eye twitched.

His free stat points just sat there, mocking him, taunting him, laughing at his suffering.

They were right there, fully capable of fixing this cosmic injustice, and yet he could do nothing.

"This is what true suffering looks like." He muttered, rubbing his temples.

His perfect stats were ruined. The very thought of looking at them every time he checked his status was enough to drive a lesser man insane.

But he would not break.

No.

Not yet.

He exhaled slowly, forcing the irritation down.

There was something more important to do first.

Evolution – Abyssal Reaver

Markus focused on the skill that had finally reached Level 10.

 [Soul Harvest – Level 10] (Eligible for Evolution.)

A familiar blue prompt appeared before him.

[Soul Harvest has reached Level 10. Would you like to evolve this ability?]

➝ [YES]

The moment he confirmed, a cold, suffocating energy surged through his body.

 The black mist that once surrounded him grew thicker, heavier, more tangible.

 The air around him felt denser, as if something in the very fabric of existence had changed.

 He could feel the presence of lingering souls, their essence swirling around him, waiting.

Then, the new skill description revealed itself.

[Evolved Ability: Abyssal Reaver – Level 1]

 (Passive Effect 1:) Each absorbed soul now permanently increases Mana Pool, Intelligence, and Wisdom.

 (Passive Effect 2:) Souls absorbed in combat can be converted into raw energy, instantly restoring MP.

 (New Active Effect:) Markus can now manipulate and wield absorbed souls as weapons, creating ethereal blades, chains, or projectiles.

Markus exhaled, watching dark spectral mist swirl between his fingers.

 He no longer just absorbed souls. He could wield them. Shape them.

 With every kill, his MP, INT, and WIS would continue to grow.

 This wasn't just soul absorption anymore, this was soul domination.

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face.

"Now this… this is a proper evolution."

Back to Business – A Farmer Must Tend to His Crops

With his status checked and new power settled, it was time to return to work.

 Silent Phantom activated, his form vanishing completely from the world.

 He stepped onto the balcony, feeling the early morning wind.

 Then, Void Blink.

With a single thought, he teleported across the rooftops, phasing through weak magical barriers like a shadow of death itself.

Destination: The Undead Dungeon.

It had only been a day, but Markus already felt like a farmer returning to milk his cows.

There was no hesitation in his movements. This wasn't a dungeon run, it was a routine chore.

The Undead Sovereign was his now.

A resource to be exploited.

A well of infinite power, waiting for him to milk it dry.

Entering the Dungeon – The Cycle Begins Again

 Arrived undetected.

 Silent Phantom kept him invisible to the undead.

 Void Blink let him phase through corridors, bypassing everything.

 Straight to the Throne Room.

Markus moved like a ghost, stepping into the Sovereign's chamber without a single entity realizing it.

Time to farm my cows.

There, seated on its throne of charred bones, the Undead Sovereign remained.

A towering monstrosity, draped in tattered black robes, wreathed in dark energy.

 Cold, hollow eyes of ethereal blue flame.

 A presence that would terrify lesser beings.

 But to Markus?

This was just a gold mine with a fancy hat.

Undead Sovereign (Boss of the Undead Dungeon)

(Passive) Lich's Essence – Level 7

 Effect: Negates aging, drastically increases mana pool, reduces physical damage taken by 20%.

(Passive) Dark Authority – Level 6

 Effect: All lesser undead instinctively obey the user.

(Active) Death's Grasp – Level 5

 Effect: Unleashes a wave of necrotic energy, weakening enemies and sapping their life force.

(Active) Undying Will – Level 6

 Effect: Temporarily grants immunity to fatal damage for 10 seconds.

(Active) Spectral Dominion – Level 8

 Effect: Summons a horde of spectral warriors bound to the user's will.

(Active) Ritual of the Forsaken – Level 7

 Effect: A long-casting spell that resurrects fallen undead minions permanently.

Previous Copies 

 Lich's Essence – Level 7 (MP boost, physical resistance, negates aging.)

 Undying Will – Level 6 (10-second invincibility.)

 Spectral Dominion – Level 8 (Summons undead warriors.)

Markus can still copy from this boss 7 more times before hitting the full 100% stat gain limit.

Entering the Dungeon – A Daily Ritual

Markus stepped through the portal, returning to the Undead Dungeon with practiced ease.

At this point, it barely felt like an adventure.

 Silent Phantom concealed him.

 Void Blink carried him through the dark tunnels.

 The undead never even knew he was there.

He wasn't here to fight.

He was here to farm.

As he moved deeper, he mused over the true power of Card Copy.

📌 The Copy Limit – Why He Can Farm the Boss 10 Times

The reason Markus could copy from the same target multiple times was simple:

 Each successful copy gave him 10% of the target's total stats and it's essence in a way.

 After 10 copies, he would have absorbed 100% of the target's strength.

 At that point, copying from the same target would not be possible.

📌 Since this was going to be his second copy, he still had 7 more extractions before the Undead Sovereign was completely drained.

To anyone else, this was broken beyond reason.

 Most Hunters would have taken a single skill and left.

 Some might return once or twice if they were cautious.

 But Markus?

He was here to squeeze every last drop of value from this walking power source.

The Undead Sovereign was no longer a threat.

It was livestock.

A resource waiting to be milked dry.

Markus grinned. "Time for another donation."

Without hesitation, Markus chose the same three skills he had taken last time.

[Lich's Essence – Level 7 → Level 10] (Further increases MP, physical resistance. Ready for evolution!)

[Undying Will – Level 6 → Level 9] (Extends invulnerability duration.)

[Spectral Dominion – Level 8 → Level 10] (Summons become stronger. Ready for evolution!)

As the power settled into his body, two blue prompts appeared.

Evolution – Lich's Essence & Spectral Dominion

[Lich's Essence has reached Level 10. Would you like to evolve this ability?]

[Spectral Dominion has reached Level 10. Would you like to evolve this ability?]

Markus smirked and selected [YES] for both.

A deep, resounding hum filled the chamber as his power surged.

 His mana pool expanded dramatically, almost doubling in capacity.

 His physical resistance increased beyond normal levels.

 The spectral warriors he once summoned became clearer, more defined.

 Their once ghostly, vague appearances sharpened, taking on individual characteristics.

The two skills had transformed.

[Evolved Ability: Archlich's Core – Level 1] (Lich's Essence Evolution)

 MP Pool Increased by 80%.

 Physical Resistance Increased to 30%.

 Minor Undead creatures now instinctively submit to Markus.

 Mana naturally regenerates at twice the normal speed.

[Evolved Ability: Abyssal Legion – Level 1] (Spectral Dominion Evolution)

 Summons are no longer purely spectral – they now have physical form.

 Stronger undead types can now be summoned (Wraith Knights, Death Guards).

 Summons can now act independently with tactical awareness.

Markus clenched his fists as raw energy pulsed through his body.

His mana just skyrocketed.

Now even without Dark Authority, weak undead would follow him.

His army was no longer just ghosts, they were warriors.

"Now this… this is real power."

Updated Stats After Copying & Evolution

Name: Markus Tenebris

Level: 7

HP: 1,140/1,140 (END × 10 = 1,140)

MP: 5,616/5,616 (INT × 1.8 × 10 = 5,616, increased due to Archlich's Core.)

SP: 1,416/1,416

EXP to Next Level: 750/4,000

Unspent Stat Points: 29

His stats:

Strength103

Agility107

Endurance150

Intelligence312

Wisdom235

Luck67

With his new evolutions settled, Markus exited the dungeon unseen, teleporting across rooftops until he reached a secluded clearing deep within an abandoned forest outside the city.

 No Hunters.

 No civilians.

 No distractions.

It was the perfect place to test Echoing Rift.

Markus extended his hand, focusing on the untested ability he had been neglecting.

 [Echoing Rift – Level 1]

 Effect: Creates a temporary dungeon using consumed monster cores and mana.

 Dungeon difficulty scales based on the cores used.

 Mana cost depends on dungeon size & enemy tier.

What needed testing?

 How strong are these dungeons?

 Do they drop real loot?

 Can he manipulate the environment inside?

The only way to find out was to activate it.

Markus reached into his inventory, retrieving the weakest monster cores he had, Goblin Cores.

 He placed 5 Goblin Mana Cores on the ground.

 He activated Echoing Rift.

A low hum resonated in the air.

 The goblin cores disintegrated, fueling the skill.

 The ground beneath Markus darkened, vibrating unnaturally.

 A swirling vortex of distorted space expanded before him, twisting reality itself.

The clearing disappeared.

Markus stepped forward.

The moment he entered, he felt the difference.

 The environment was stable but artificial.

 The air felt thicker, almost like a simulation of a dungeon rather than a natural one.

 He was in a Goblin Den, but the layout was slightly different from normal dungeons.

The Echoing Rift was not just a copy of existing dungeons.

It was a separate dimension fueled by the cores used to create it.

Markus smirked. "So, I can generate my own training grounds?"

That meant:

 Unlimited practice opportunities.

 Safe environment to experiment with new abilities.

 Potential infinite loot farming if monsters dropped real materials.

He moved forward to test how real this place was.

A small pack of goblins lurked in the distance, barely aware of his presence.

 They looked identical to real goblins.

 They moved naturally, fought instinctively.

 But were they truly alive?

Markus tested their reactions.

 He deactivated Silent Phantom, they didn't react.

 He stepped into their line of sight, immediate response.

 He threw a rock, they turned toward the sound.

Conclusion:

 These weren't illusions.

 They were fully functional dungeon monsters.

 But did they give real EXP?

Markus raised his hand.

 Blazing Execution activated.

 A concentrated fireball formed instantly.

 With a flick, he launched it at the nearest goblin.

🔥 BOOM! 🔥

The goblin screamed and disintegrated into ash.

[+10 EXP Gained.]

Markus' eyes narrowed.

"So, these dungeons do give real EXP. Interesting."

 He searched the ashes of the goblin.

 A small mana crystal remained.

 He picked it up. It entered his inventory.

"And they drop loot."

First Analysis of Echoing Rift (Level 1)

 Creates a stable dungeon with real enemies.

 EXP gain works, though slightly lower than real-world dungeons.

 Loot drops are real but may be limited by Rift tier.

This wasn't just training, it was an infinite resource generator.

Markus smirked. "Now this… this changes everything."

 Clearing the Rift – A Fast Collapse

The Echoing Rift barely lasted a minute before collapsing.

 The goblins inside had been wiped out.

 EXP gained.

 Loot gathered.

And then, gone.

Within 60 seconds, the Rift had folded in on itself, leaving no trace behind.

Markus stroked his chin, watching the air settle as if nothing had happened.

Conclusion: The weaker the cores, the shorter the Rift's duration.

That was… useful to know.

But now, it was time to push it further.

Upgrading the Rift – Using a Goblin Boss Core

Markus reached into his inventory, withdrawing the Goblin Boss Core along with the remaining goblin cores.

 1x Goblin Boss Core (Higher-Tier Core)

 5x Goblin Regular Cores

"Let's crank up the difficulty."

This time, Markus didn't just feed the Rift cores.

He willed the skill to consume half of his mana, pushing its limits.

 The air thickened.

 The void expanded.

 The distortion was deeper, darker, more unstable.

He had forced the skill to evolve past its basic state.

Markus smirked.

"Dumbledore would be clutching his pearls."

With a single step, he entered.

 The New Rift – The Goblin Fortress

This time, the Rift didn't spawn just a cave.

 Instead of tunnels, wooden walls and fortifications rose around him.

 The air smelled of fire, sweat, and blood.

 The torches burned brighter, casting flickering shadows against crude barricades.

"Ah. So this Rift tries to create an environment fitting the core's origin."

Instead of randomly generated dungeons, Echoing Rift tried to replicate the essence of the monster it was created from.

The Goblin Boss had lived in a fortified camp.

So now?

That's what Markus was facing.

 Testing Undead Summoning – Abyssal Legion, First Activation

Markus rolled his shoulders.

"Now… let's see what an army feels like."

He reached out, calling upon his newly evolved skill.

[Abyssal Legion – Level 1] (Summoning Ability Evolved from Spectral Dominion)

 Summons undead with physical forms instead of pure specters.

 Total Summon Limit: 50 Lesser Undead.

 If summoning stronger undead (Wraiths, Death Guards), the total count decreases.

 The First Summoning – The Legion Rises

 The ground darkened.

 Shadows twisted unnaturally, forming solid shapes.

 The air rippled, thick with death's presence.

Markus watched as his first army took form.

☠️ 40 Skeletal Warriors ☠️

 Clad in rusted armor with bone-crafted weapons.

 Each one moved with precision, coordination.

 They were not mindless husks, they were trained soldiers.

👻 5 Wraiths 👻

 Floating figures, draped in tattered ethereal cloaks.

 Their hands pulsed with raw necrotic energy.

 Unlike the skeletons, they were purely magical entities.

🛡️ 5 Death Guards 🛡️ (Elite Undead Knights)

 Their armor was heavier, darker, reinforced.

 Each wielded a massive two-handed sword, exuding a dark aura.

 They stood at the front, forming a natural defensive line.

Markus raised a brow.

"Oh, now this… this is going to be a monster of a skill once it evolves."

At higher levels, he would be able to summon more, stronger, better undead.

And at max level?

He would march with an army that rivaled entire kingdoms.

Dumbledore would be horrified.

Voldemort?

The bald bastard would be throwing a damn party.

Markus chuckled, watching his first true undead army come to life.

 Thoughts on the Summons – Testing Their Capabilities

Total Summon Count at Level 1: 50 Lesser Undead

 Skeletons = Basic Infantry (Strong in numbers, weak individually.)

 Wraiths = Magical Units (Low numbers but high mobility & spell damage.)

 Death Guards = Elite Frontline (Fewer but heavily armored.)

Markus mused over the strategic possibilities.

 If he needed sheer numbers, he could summon 50 skeletons.

 If he wanted balanced quality, he could add Wraiths and Death Guards, lowering the total count but increasing power.

 In future evolutions, this skill could probably summon Liches, Spectral Generals, or even Undead Dragons.

"This will be the foundation of my personal army."

He grinned darkly.

"Dumbledore would be shaking his head in righteous disappointment."

Markus cleared his throat, dramatically lowering his voice.

"Markus, my boy, necromancy leads only to corruption!"

He sighed in mock sadness.

"Oh no. Whatever shall I do? Ah yes, raise an undead army and bend reality itself to my will."

Meanwhile, Voldemort was somewhere out there, dabbing in approval.

Conclusion of the Experiment

 Echoing Rift scales based on the cores used.

 The summoned undead are physically real and obey commands instinctively.

 Abyssal Legion's scaling potential is enormous.

Markus crossed his arms, watching his undead stand at attention.

This… was only the beginning.

Markus had no intention of leaving just yet.

He stayed in the clearing deep into the night, experimenting with Echoing Rift and Abyssal Legion.

 He tested different mana core combinations.

 He pushed his undead army into full combat.

 He even tried adding mana crystals to the Rift… and the results were insane.

At some point, Markus got curious.

What would happen if I added mana crystals into Echoing Rift?

 He placed 1 chunk of medium mana crystal inside the Rift.

 He activated the skill.

 The Rift consumed the crystal…

Then, something changed.

 He put in 1 big medium rank mana crystal… but got around 1.3 back after clearing the Rift.

 Each Rift seemed to generate new mana crystal deposits inside.

 He was multiplying his resources simply by farming.

Markus grinned. "Oh… oh, this is ridiculous."

 If he kept feeding mana crystals into the Rift, he would eventually get back more than he spent.

 This meant unlimited dungeon farming and infinite core generation.

 With this, Markus could infinitely sustain his undead army.

"Dumbledore would have a stroke if he knew how easy I was breaking magic itself."

Voldemort?

That bald bastard would be offering a mentorship position.

Markus chuckled.

"So, infinite dungeons, infinite cores, infinite loot, and infinite undead? Not a bad night."

Training and Upgrading Through Constant Combat

 Markus summoned his undead repeatedly.

 He pushed them into endless fights within the Rifts.

 He used the mana cores from slain monsters to summon even more undead.

It was an endless cycle of power.

And then he noticed something amazing.

The undead knights were kneeling when handing him the cores.

 Heavy, armored, towering Death Guards kneeled before him like loyal knights presenting tributes.

 Their massive gauntlets carefully placed the mana cores at his feet, heads bowed.

 It was pure, silent reverence.

Markus tilted his head.

"Oh. This isn't just mindless summoning anymore."

 These undead respected him.

 They acknowledged him as their master.

Abyssal Legion was no longer just an ability, it was becoming a real army.

Markus grinned, accepting the cores like a true ruler.

"Kneeling knights, undying warriors… my dear Dumbledore, is this where you say I should stop before it's too late?"

After countless fights, clearing multiple Rifts, and sustaining his undead army for hours, Markus felt it.

Abyssal Legion had reached its limit.

[Abyssal Legion has reached Level 10. Would you like to evolve this ability?]

 [YES]

A deep hum vibrated through the night air.

 The Death Guards raised their heads, sensing the change.

 The Wraiths hovered closer, drawn by the surge of necrotic energy.

 The summoning circle beneath Markus darkened, shifting from ghostly blue to deep abyssal black.

This wasn't just an army anymore.

This was something greater.

[Evolved Ability: Abyssal March – Level 1]

 Total Summon Limit Increased from 50 → 100.

 Higher undead types unlocked: Lich Priests, Executioner Knights.

 Summons now carry passive mana regeneration, fueling themselves from necrotic energy.

 All undead recognize Markus as their Lord, no resistance from weaker undead.

The Army Had Grown

Where once there were 50 summons, now he could command 100.

Where once his forces were limited to skeletons and Death Guards, now Lich Priests stood among them.

His army was starting to sustain itself, feeding off the energy of death.

This was just the first evolution.

Markus exhaled, feeling the weight of his power expanding.

"This… this is just the beginning."

With a final look at his kneeling warriors, Markus smirked.

"Abyssal March… the first step toward an empire."