Webnovel's Extra: Reincarnated With a Copy Ability-Chapter 19: Identity [1]
[Dorm Floor]
"It’s done!"
After what felt like forever sitting in the same position, I finally let out an excited shout as my magical energy finished replenishing.
It had been a few hours since I last texted Maya.
Today was the day.
The first time she would activate her ability.
I opened my status.
===== Status =====
[Name: Dreyden Stella]
[Race: Human]
[Strength: 22]
[Toughness: 27]
[Agility: 25]
[Intelligence: 32]
[Perception: 37]
[Magic Energy: 233]
===== Skills =====
[Celestial Library {0}]
A vast, metaphysical library that stores skill books. The user can assimilate and reproduce any skill book copied from other individuals, gaining their abilities.
Stored books:
Eyes of Truth {1}
Fire Fists {7}
Action and Reaction {0}
Improved Intelligence {7}
===== Status =====
I hadn’t pushed my new core all the way to its limit yet, but with this much magic energy, I could fight for a while even using two skills at once.
That was the most I could squeeze out in just a few hours. The old me wouldn’t have even reached half of this.
Becoming Maya’s friend had brought plenty of benefits.
And with her about to activate her ability, those benefits were about to skyrocket.
Xia Qinqiu.
The first identity Maya ever assimilated with her Reality Manipulation: Identity skill.
A cultivator from the upper heavens, at the legendary Realm of Saints, with a body saturated in incredibly dense Qi and a library of cultivation techniques—like the Ice Fairy Palm.
When Maya assimilated Xia Qinqiu, she didn’t just gain Qi and techniques.
She also picked up some of her personality traits.
In the novel, once she adopted that identity, she started cultivating like crazy, climbed her stats, and rapidly became an S-Class student—the only cultivator in the world.
Just thinking about that happening early made my future S-Class transfer a lot more comfortable.
"Have you really evolved your core?" Maya’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she stepped in and closed my dorm door.
"I did," I said, raising my hand.
Metaphysical energy flared around my arm, wrapping it in a faint glow. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Not as fast as you, but I got there."
"Congratulations." She smiled. "I still need a little more magic energy before I can activate my ability but... I have something to show you first."
"Oh? Then show it."
"First, activate your Eyes of Truth," she said, a hint of excitement in her tone as she hurried over and sat across from me. "I made some changes to my magical energy circulation. Now I can circulate it without needing full focus."
I raised an eyebrow and did as she asked. Blue light flashed over my vision as my eyes changed.
As soon as my Eyes of Truth activated, Maya began circulating her magical energy.
"...Oh?" I muttered. "But when you do it like this, the efficiency and quantity drop a lot."
"Yes, there are still adjustments to make," she admitted, but her smile only grew wider. "But it’s still a pretty big achievement, don’t you think?"
"Pretty big" was an understatement.
Maya’s control over magical energy was insane.
She was guiding energy through her channels in a stable loop while still able to think and talk normally.
Normally, when circulating magic control, you had to focus as much as humanly possible. A single slip in concentration, a single stray thought, and the process stuttered.
Whenever I was circulating my magic control, I barely responded to people. I wasn’t ignoring them because I wanted to—I just couldn’t manage both at once.
But with Maya’s method... that limitation was gone.
"Yes," I said finally. "It is a great achievement."
She waited quietly while I finished processing, eyes searching my face for my reaction.
"Now go finish restoring your magic energy," I said, a small grin pulling at my lips. "I’m really looking forward to seeing your skill."
"Yes, sir!" she replied.
She dropped the "passive circulation" and switched back to full-speed magic control, her energy flow accelerating to an impressive pace.
"This girl... this is starting to get ridiculous," I muttered, cancelling Eyes of Truth and rubbing my forehead.
I really wanted to see exactly how her ability worked.
I’d never tested copying an Original skill before. If I could copy Maya’s...
It would be enormous.
Not just because of its raw power—but because it was flexible.
Theoretically, it could access different identities from other universes.
Imagine assimilating a god.
Or Gaia herself.
I pushed that thought aside for now, sat facing her, and waited in silence.
Until she was ready.
"Are you ready?" Dreyden asked.
"Honestly? No..." Maya replied.
Her fingers twitched slightly as she sat on the bed.
She could feel Dreyden’s anticipation like a weight in the room—and buried beneath it, a quiet fear.
If something went wrong...
If she failed...
Would he be disappointed in her?
Abandon her?
She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d grown just as attached to him as he was to her.
From the beginning, she knew Dreyden expected things from her. He had information he shouldn’t have. He seemed to know more about this world, the Triangle, even the Original families than a normal student should.
But as time passed, as they shared plans and secrets, she’d started sharing hers too—things about other Original families that even he hadn’t known.
She truly trusted him.
And yet, that trust came with something that made her uneasy—
Dependence.
She didn’t just want to be protected.
She wanted to be strong enough to protect him too.
Metaphysical energy alone already placed her above many students. Compared to average skill users, the gap was huge.
That’s exactly why she was so nervous now.
This was the ability that was supposed to change everything.
"Don’t worry," Dreyden said, gently squeezing her hand. "No matter what happens, I’ll be here."
He could feel her tension too.
Maya nodded, then stood up from the bed.
"...Status."
A transparent screen appeared in front of her.
===== Status =====
[Name: Maya Serenity]
[Race: Human]
[Strength: 17]
[Toughness: 19]
[Agility: 13]
[Intelligence: 30]
[Perception: 87]
[Magic Energy: 751]
===== Skills =====
[Reality Manipulation: Identity {10}]
An offshoot of the Original Reality skill. Allows the user to assimilate the identity of any individual in any universe. The user acquires the memories and abilities of the assimilated identity.
Current ID: None.
===== Status =====
She stared at the numbers for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"It’s okay," she said quietly. "I’m ready."
She turned to Dreyden, who was watching her with bright, hungry eyes.
"Here I go."
Maya could see that his gaze almost sparkled as she began circulating her magic energy.
From Dreyden’s perspective, something subtle shifted.
Her power thickened.
Then—
Maya’s feet slowly left the floor.
She rose into the air, suspended as if gravity had forgotten her.
Her eyes opened wide as a thin red thread emerged from the top of her head, stretching upward into empty space.
She glanced at Dreyden—
And saw another red thread rising from his head too.
Her eyes glimmered as the world around her began to break apart.
The bedroom walls peeled away in segments, collapsing and falling outward like dismantled panels.
Dreyden’s body shattered into countless tiny fragments of red light, all of them sucked into his thread.
The world faded.
The room disappeared.
Only darkness remained.
Darkness—
And countless red threads, stretching in every direction like a web laid across the void.
Maya felt a dull ache forming at the top of her head.
She looked up.
The thread connected to her skull shivered, then started lashing around violently—as if searching for something.
Swoosh. Swoosh.
The end of the thread tore free from her head and shot away, weaving through the forest of other threads suspended in the void.
It extended farther and farther, disappearing from her sight.
Time began to lose meaning.
Maya didn’t know how long she floated there, tethered in the dark among millions of lines, each one humming with a different presence.
’What... are these threads?’ she wondered.
She could feel it.
If she wanted to—if she reached out with her will—she could interfere with the threads around her.
Not just her own.
All of them.
They didn’t just represent identities.
They represented reality.
And this place... was her skill’s domain.
The only problem—
She couldn’t unlock it.
No matter how much she strained, she couldn’t fully grasp it.
Frustration burned in her chest.
So much power.
So close.
Yet completely out of reach.
Her body began to tremble as her consciousness wavered.
Her vision blurred. The blackness around her started to reconstruct itself—lines folding back into shapes, forms rebuilding.
Her eyes were closing.
In the last flicker of clarity, she saw it.
A thread, different from all the rest.
Not red.
White.
Intertwined with a faint pink, it tore across the void toward her at terrifying speed.
And then everything turned black.
She remembered the first time she entered the Triangle.
That same empty, helpless numbness—no sight, no sound, no movement.
Her senses returned gradually.
Very softly, she heard a voice.
"Maya, are you okay?"
Then the flood began.
Memories poured into her mind like a tidal wave.
A name.
A life.
An existence.
"AAAAAAARGHH!!!"
The pain was overwhelming.
Worse than any beating, worse than all the abuse she’d suffered put together.
"MAYA! Yo—what’s going on?!"
Dreyden’s voice.
From his point of view, nothing dramatic had happened.
Maya had just stood there, eyes focused, circulating her energy.
Barely a few seconds had passed.
Then she started screaming.
Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed.
He rushed to her, panic rising.
"Hey! Maya! Talk to me!"
He grabbed her shoulders.
She swatted his hands away like she’d touched something wrong, eyes wide, pupils shaking.
She stared at him like she’d never seen him before.
Like he wasn’t supposed to exist.
"That’s a lie... that’s a lie... that’s a lie..." she muttered, clutching her head and looking around in frantic confusion.
Her gaze swept across the room—the furniture, the clothes—
And finally landed on Dreyden.
Her expression twisted.
"W–who are you!?" she demanded. "You don’t exist—"
Her thoughts stumbled, tangled mid-sentence. She shook her head violently, as if trying to reorder the chaos in her mind.
Then she spun toward the door, yanked it open, and bolted into the hall.
"Maya—!"
Dreyden reached out, but she was gone before he could react.
He remained on the floor where he’d fallen, mind blank, eyes locked on the open doorway.
In his head, one line repeated over and over.
The last thing she’d said before running:
"Isn’t this world not real!? I have to find Lucas and confirm!"
He stayed there in silence.
He knew.
He knew what that meant.
Somehow—
Maya had found out.
