Galatic Overlord:I Can Copy Other's Ability

Hex returned to his dorm after the sparring session, his body aching all over. As soon as he touched the bed, he collapsed onto it and fell asleep like a log. He didn't flinch once throughout the night, completely worn out from the fight.

When he finally woke up, the room was quiet except for the faint sound of rustling. Dein was sitting near the corner, reading something with a calm expression.

Hex stretched a little, his body still stiff, and then pulled up his interface. His eyes scanned the screen quickly. Sure enough, the Agility Booster was gone.

The sight made his chest tighten.

"The three-limit restriction… it's too much," he thought, his heart sinking for a moment.

But he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he turned his head toward Dein.

Dein, feeling the heavy gaze on him, looked up. For a second he froze, an odd sense of déjà vu washing over him.

The way Hex was staring felt ominous.

"Why… why are you looking at me like that?" Dein asked, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

Hex got up without a word and walked over to him. The air around him felt tense. Dein's heart began to beat faster the closer he came.

"Can I get a handshake?" Hex asked suddenly.

Dein blinked. His face showed pure confusion. "Handshake…? Have you lost your mind? Did that guy hit your head during the fight?" he asked, almost worried something was wrong.

Hex shook his head. "Of course not. My MI just increased, and I wanted to test my strength."

Hearing that, Dein finally relaxed. But in the next second, his eyes widened. "Wait… your MI increased? How?"

At their current level, increasing MI by even one point in a whole month was considered a blessing. Later, once someone reached the stage of a 1-Star, growth became easier, but at the lower level, this kind of improvement was rare.

"Did you manage to get some new technique?" Dein asked quickly, his eyes full of curiosity.

Hex shook his head again. "No. I just used the basic one."

Dein's brows furrowed as he stared at him, his gaze almost piercing. It was as if he wanted to dig the answer out of Hex. But Hex ignored that look and simply extended his hand.

After a moment, Dein hesitated but then grabbed it. Both of them tightened their grip, pressing against each other. The force pushed back and forth between them. At first it was even, but soon Hex felt a sharp sting in his hand.

He flinched and pulled back. "Stop… you're stronger," he admitted, shaking his hand lightly to get rid of the pain.

Dein gave a small nod, clearly satisfied with the outcome. He leaned back calmly, as if the result was only natural.

Hex sat down again and closed his eyes, letting his mind wander through what he had just felt.

[New ability detected.]

His eyes flickered open. "Copy it," he ordered in his thoughts.

[Ability copied to temporary slot.]

A new panel appeared. Hex read the description carefully.

[Force Dispersion – Rank SS]

This ability allows the user to manipulate, redirect, and distort any force exerted around them. The user can absorb the impact of physical strength, momentum, or external pressure and release it in another form. It works against both direct attacks and environmental forces.

Hex's pupils widened as he stared at the rank.

"SS…" he whispered.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips. "No wonder he's so strong. With this ability, he's practically untouchable."

The realization sank in like a heavy weight.

Dein wasn't just strong,he was a walking disaster in human form. If this was what people from elite families carried as hidden powers, then the gap between them and common people was even larger than Hex thought.

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet Gwen before leaving," Hex muttered softly to himself. "I've always been curious about her ability. Knowing her, it's definitely not something simple."

With that thought, he leaned back, his mind restless despite the tiredness still lingering in his body.

....

Somewhere in the First City, a boy with sharp eyes stared at the glowing message on his screen. His expression darkened as he read the words.

"So it failed..." John muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening with frustration.

A boy sitting beside him spoke carefully, his voice low. "Sir John, it is already good that Baltic managed to escape. Otherwise, we might have been caught."

"Shut up," John cut him off sharply. The boy lowered his head at once, not daring to speak further.

John clenched his fist, and the air in the room stirred as if a sudden storm had risen. A faint ripple spread across the space, shaking the dust from the corners. His anger pressed down like a weight, and for a moment the boy beside him felt as if the air itself was suffocating.

"Damn it," John growled. "I never thought that mouse would crawl this far."

His eyes narrowed as memories of the rugby match returned. He remembered the humiliation clearly. If only he had been allowed to use his power that day, he would have crushed Hex without hesitation. He imagined blasting him across the field, leaving him broken and defeated. The thought made his chest burn.

Slowly, John pulled back his power, letting the air settle again. The storm around them faded, and the room grew still. He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"I should have expected this," he said quietly. "How could someone unawakened be strong enough to crush everyone with nothing but physical strength? No... he must be hiding something. He is hiding for a reason."

John had already looked through every record of Hex. Yet every path he followed led nowhere. The boy was an orphan with no past worth mentioning, at least on paper. That only deepened John's suspicion.

He tapped his finger against the table, the sound echoing in the room. His mind raced, searching for a way to turn the situation.

"I should find a way to make him pay," John muttered. His eyes closed again, his thoughts sharp as blades. "If I don't, this will only get worse."

The boy beside him raised his head slightly and spoke again, careful not to anger him this time.

"Sir, should we try to establish a friendly connection with him first? Later, when the time is right, we can make them betray him during something important."

John opened his eyes. A faint glow flashed in them as his lips curved into a slow smile. He reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Good idea, Bret," John said. His voice was calm now, but his smile held a dangerous edge. "Why didn't I think of that before?"

The smile widened, and a quiet laugh slipped from his lips. "Yes... that would work."