I can copy tags infinitely.

A swirling gray fog shrouded London, and the corpses of pioneers floated on the Thames. Beneath the glamorous facade of industry and steam power lay the grotesque madness of mysticism. The unknown was not a sin, but rather a form of forgiveness; the more one knew of the world's entirety, the easier it was to be buried in the gray fog of history and mysticism. But Li En was different. [Mystical Genius] [Born Investigator] [Materialist Warrior] [Tyrant] [God]... Possessing the ability to copy others' labels and steal their effects, Li En thrived in this aberrant world the more labels he copied. In this world where brilliance was driven away by the thick fog, yet mystery never truly disappeared, Li En sat on the boundary between reason and mystery. From mortality to immortality.