Rising of the Legend through copy skill

My name is Esteria, and I was born in a world of swords and sorcery — a quiet, forgotten village cradled between the Whispering Mountains. We lived simple lives, warmed by hearth and tradition. But peace never lasts in stories like mine. They came at dawn — cloaked in fire and shadow — and by dusk, my home was nothing but ash. I watched them slaughter everyone I loved. I should have died too… but something in me refused. As the flames devoured all, I awakened to a gift — or maybe a curse. I can copy talents, the essence of skill itself — swordsmanship, magic, logic, speech, survival — anything another being has mastered, I can learn by witnessing and understanding it. That night, amidst ruin, I took my first skill from a dying hunter — his instincts, his eyes. Since then, I’ve taken many more. But the world wasn’t enough. A rift opened — whether by fate, magic, or something older — and I stepped through into the Multiverse: a boundless web of realities, each with its own truths and rules. Sci-fi megacities of neon and AI. Post-apocalyptic wastelands where memory is currency. Mythic realms where gods walk among mortals. And in each world, I find a problem — a wound in reality, a puzzle to solve — and I become the solution.