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 The Collector watched from above, keeping absolutely still as it watched the den. It hid itself in a thicket of leaves amidst a tree overlooking the den, and it had watched for an entire day, from last night to this night, moving only to track the den's denizens.
 It could regulate its metabolic processes to a slowed state such that it almost never had to eat or drink, and its bodily processes were absolutely efficient to the point where nothing it consumed was excreted as waste.
 These combined traits were what originally allowed it to traverse the vast, empty reaches of space unafflicted by weaknesses such as hunger or thirst.
 The Collector observed there was a large pit in the ground from where the goblins routinely went in and out, carrying food, sticks, rocks, and leaves.
 Every so often, 'Draug' would emerge.
 He was two meters tall, heavily muscled, and more built for combat than the goblins. A quick visual analysis indicated dense bones, thick limbs, and elongated tusks that jutted from his mouth.
 His overall structure, however, was similar to that of his goblin kin, with the same yellow, beady eyes and blackened skin.
 Presumably, his vitals were the same as well, for it seemed that they were all part of the same evolutionary branch of creatures.
 The Collector memorized Draug and the goblins' patterns of movement.
 The goblins made routine trips out to secure food and Draug occasionally came with them to hunt larger prey.
 The movement of the goblins was relatively random, which was expected considering there were twenty of them. There would always be variables as to where they were.
 However, there were two important details of note worth.
 Draug himself had set patterns to his movement. Every so often, he would isolate himself from the goblins to go to his own personal watering hole with clearer water than that the common goblins drank from.
 Here, he would drink and then expel excretions before returning to the den.
 In addition, the goblins were nocturnal, sleeping during the day, but Draug was active both day and night.
 The Collector clicked its mandibles as it settled on its ambush plan. It would ambush Draug when he left for water at noon, when daylight was bright, and his goblin entourage was sleeping.
 Early the next morning, the Collector laid its ambush. It went to Draug's watering hole and extracted as much Striped Centipede and Jungle Spider venom as it could from its jaws, pooling it into the water and mixing it.
 The toxic liquid, iridescent blue with hints of green, dripped into the clear pond, clouding it just a little.
 The venom from both insects was not particularly strong, unable to kill even a goblin in normal doses, but at the mass quantities the Collector could produce significantly larger than any little bug, it was enough to kill a goblin or slow down Draug.
 Then the Collector weaved spots of thick webbing around the watering hole, being careful to avoid the well-worn path that Draug used and ensuring they were not noticeable.
 In the chaos of battle, Draug would have to move away from this path, and here he would find webbing to tangle his feet.
 The Collector laid in wait, high up in a tree above the watering hole. This next victim would prove to be a challenge, but a worthy one.
 No doubt it would provide enough biomass to ascend to the next Metamorphosis Level.
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 Just ten minutes shy of noon, when the sun hung low in the sky, Draug came.
 The Collector tensed its muscles, readying to pounce as it tracked Draug's every move.
 Draug stumbled forwards, yawning as he absent-mindedly scratched his genitals through a dirt-brown loincloth. Alarmingly, he dragged a wooden club behind him – this was outside the Collector's calculations.
 The club was brutish, roughly carved from a tree trunk with splintering spikes left at the end to gore any unlucky victims. It was no gravitron mace, but at the Collector's current state, it was still a threat.
 Draug's muscles rippled as he knelt by the pond, cupping some of the water and greedily shoving it in his mouth. He took a single gulp of water before he started coughing, spitting out the rest.
 The Collector took note. By its calculations, it determined that Draug had taken in a dosage of venom not strong enough to immobilize him, but still potent enough to give him a general sense of numbness and slow down his movements.
 It waited now for an opportunity to strike. It had to make sure everything went perfectly to compensate for Draug's club.
 Draug took an angry look at the water and punched it. A great splash of water erupted upwards – a testament to his strength. Having vented enough immediate rage, he turned around with intent to order his goblins to find more water.
 However, the precise second Draug turned his back, the Collector struck, using its powerful rabbit legs to eject itself down from the trees like a missile. It had its spider-limbs stuck forwards like blades, aiming to impale through the hobgoblin's heart to end things in an instant.
 Surprisingly, Draug had the reactions to turn around.
 However, he did not have time to swat the Collector away, only to cross his arms to defend against impact.
 The Collector adjusted its angle of attack mid-air to adjust for the sudden defense for now Draug protected his heart with his burly arms.
 The Collector twisted, angling its descent a little further downwards, and pierced straight through Draug's right thigh, aiming for maximal immobilization if it could not ensure a lethal initial blow.
 Before Draug could retaliate, the Collector withdrew its spider-limbs and leaped backwards by pushing off the hobgoblin's body.
 The Collector flicked blood on its claws away and onto the grass, eyeing the hobgoblin intently, analyzing, hunting.
 Draug roared in pain, one hand clutching at his now useless right leg and another wildly swinging the club, swatting at empty air.
 The Collector had severed exactly the tendons and muscles required for leg movement in one fell, surgical swoop.
 "Curse you!" said Draug, spittle frothing from his mouth. He tried to stand, but the best he could do was awkwardly limp, unable to put any weight on his right side.
 The Collector did not respond, nor could it due to a lack of vocal cords. Its eight eyes focused on Draug, looking only for any weaknesses to exploit. His right side was open.
 Any attacks from there would be difficult for the hobgoblin to retaliate against. It would also force him to put more pressure on his right leg, speeding up his already profuse bleeding.
 "What are you!?" said Draug through heavy breaths. "You…monster? No, you not monster I see before. You must be human's pet. Human's monster!"
 The Collector used Draug's wasted effort in shouting as a moment to attack, pouncing to Draug's right side and striking at his throat with a clawed spider limb.
 It felt a surge of anger to even be considered the pet of a lowly tinkering race such as a human, but the anger, like any of the emotions it could feel, did not cloud it, but honed its movements.
 Draug, however, was surprisingly quick, using his one good leg to push backwards to narrowly dodge the swipe. It was evident that he was used to combat, his movements sharpened and trained.
 The Collector recalculated the movements necessary to hit Draug.
 An expression of surprise came upon Draug's face as he moved back, past his familiar trail, and stepped on a mass of webbing with his one good foot. He lost balance, toppling over backwards.
 The Collector leaped into the air and landed on Draug's chest, aiming to use its powerful mandibles to sever his throat entirely.
 Draug, however, was quick and devastatingly strong. He reacted to the Collector's bite, quickly using his free hand to grab one of the Collector's mandibles before it could close on his throat.
 With a guttural grunt, Drag ripped off the mandible entirely.
 The Collector did not flinch or react. Such movements were inefficient.
 It registered damage and took to a more wary approach. It moved downwards a bit, dodging an attempt by Draug to grab it, and placed its sizable, full weight on the hobgoblin's damaged leg to keep him on the ground.
 Then the Collector's six arachnid arms, their sharp, clawed tips exposed, savagely began tearing into Draug.
 Death by a thousand cuts.
 Draug screamed in pain as he covered his face and chest with his arms, trying to preserve his vitals.
 However, the Collector was a surgeon, and this was its operating table.
 Its attacks, fast and savage as they were, were not wild.
 They were precise, every single one meant calculated and meant to inflict as much damage as possible, cutting at tendons and major blood vessels.
 One swipe punctured a lung, finding the soft tissue through ribs. Draug shifted his arms instinctively lower to defend himself, leaving one half of his face open for a split second.
 Enough time for a limb to skewer out his left eye.
 Every single tiny movement the hobgoblin wasted and every single instance of pain that slowed it were openings for the Collector to abuse.
 With a final burst of strength reserved only to those knowing death was near, Draug roared and abandoned his defense, reaching for his club and swinging it. The Collector immediately swerved backwards, but Draug's attack inflicted some measure of damage.
 Following a sickening crunch, three of the Collector's arachnid limbs sailed through the air, landing on the forest floor still twitching and oozing blackish-green blood from their dismembered tips.
 The Collector could feel pain, but not enough to adversely affect it. Just enough to let it know that damage had been inflicted. Any more pain would have been useless, and anything useless biologically had long been cut away from it.
 Draug groaned weakly. He was bleeding from dozens of cuts, all of them arguably lethal, and sprays of arterial red spurted from his thigh and several ruptured blood vessels.
 The Collector circled Draug's prone and weak body. It was cautious, not willing to enter his attack range.
 Even though Draug was soon to bleed to death, it did not want to risk any form of retaliation that might have injured it. That was one of the primary laws of a predator – take no risk.
 Among predators and prey, if prey could inflict even a single crippling wound, then the meal was not worth it.
 Draug made several attempts to attack, weakly lunging forwards or trying to swing its club.
 Each time, the Collector simply leaped backwards just enough to dodge before circling again like a vulture waiting for its weakened carrion to slump over.
 Eventually, Draug knelt in grass drenched in his blood, breath wheezing from his damaged lung. He struggled to keep his eyes open and his body shook, resisting shock from blood-loss.
 "Kill me," gurgled out Draug.
 The Collector kept circling.
 "Kill me!"
 The Collector ignored Draug. It wondered why the creature was so eager for death. All it had to do was be patient.
 Draug grunted in defeat and acceptance of death, letting go of his club and using both arms to try and turn to his side to bleed out with a little more comfort.
 The Collector saw Draug give up the club and struck once more, knowing that it was now risk free to attack. It skewered a spider limb through the oversized goblin's empty eye socket, scrambling the soft brain beneath it.
 The Collector was impressed. Draug had been a worthy foe to its current state.
 Collectors were created with a combat-oriented mindset that found value in battle and consuming strong opponents. This was the most compatible independent personality for a life of endless battle, of fighting and consuming the strongest and best genetic material across the cosmos.
 In contrast, a biological robot programmed only to consume would not have the independent thought to adapt to battle situations and find itself outmaneuvered by the ingenuity of tinkering, spacefaring races.
 That was why when the Collector consumed Draug, it did so relatively slowly, cutting into the hobgoblin's body with slow, measured slices to enjoy the flavor. It wished to savor the taste of an enemy that had managed to wound it.
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 *Biomass gained (+50)*
 Biomass Level: 100/100
 *Genetic Material Gained*
 -Black Goblin
 -Black Hobgoblin
 -Black Ant
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 As predicted, the Black Hobgoblin, being powerful, large, and somewhat intelligent, granted an immense amount of biomass capable of allowing the Collector to reach its next stage of evolution.
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 Consume and evolve to become the strongest.
 The Collector, an alien warrior on a mission to absorb all life, transmigrates to a world of fantasy and magic.
 However, a battle with a god forces it to begin its journey as nothing more than a weak grub.
 Used to fighting against spaceships and machines, the Collector must now navigate its strange new world where instead of dealing with bullets and aircraft, it must now face magic and dragons.
 It must evolve from the weakest of the weak, the lowest of the low, and become strong, stronger than anything on the planet whether it be a knight, monster, or the very gods themselves.
 ===Doever Writing Quality Guarantee===
 I can give a solid guarantee that the writing quality of this novel is of the highest tier on this website.
 There will be very few mistakes, and the few that do slip by me will not affect readability at all. Now, you may not agree with how the novel develops, but I can at the least guarantee that you will have no trouble actually reading what happens.
 Of course, I am not perfect, so please feel free to point out mistakes and problems and I will be more than happy to fix them!
 ===Foreword===
 Evolution/Non-Human/Unique MC: If you like evolution based novels and nonhuman MCs, then you've come to the right place. The whole novel will be about consuming creatures and their bloodlines and evolving.
 The MC is also not the average isekai'd by truck average dude in most transmigration stories, it is an alien monster from the very beginning if that interests you any.
 Cold/Ruthless/Villain – Anti-Hero MC: If you like MCs that are on the colder and more ruthless side, the MC does not operate by conventional human morals and starts off as a villain and will be a questionable anti-hero at best.
 Slow Pace: Like my other novel on this site, this novel will have a slow pace compared to other works. Hopefully, this will enhance your experience as a reader with description rich, vivid and engaging fight scenes and environments.
 The slow pace will also contribute to fleshing out a significantly developed world as well as setting up for plot events that will have relevance throughout the entire novel.
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 Chu Xiang wakes up and realizes that the world is dead…
 T virus ravages the whole world in a short time, only 10% of the 7 billion people have immunity, and More than 300 million people have died from the chaos caused by the virus. There are only 400 million human beings on the 510 million square kilometers of the earth. In addition, there are countless zombies and creatures infected by viruses, land, sea and air. They are all the time. Hunting the surviving humans…
 What school flowers, police flowers, hot flowers, radish flowers, in the face of danger and hunger, they are just the vassals of men, ‘the real thing to survive!’ Female star? Give you a box of pure and unpolluted mineral water for change? Jade girl? A bag of cookies, please dance and do it? Miss Qianjin? Sorry, in this world where ants can kill, they can only be eliminated.
 The food crisis has forced surviving humans to self-help in the wild. The neon-lit squares are now flourishing, and the once-populated buildings are now pigs. There is no shackles and pollution. Without nine to five and Sunday, when you are fine, you can go to the ruins to find valuable treasures. When you are bored, you can make friends with your former girlfriends…
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 Gu Zuo: Are you sick?
 Gongyi Tianheng: You have medicine?
 Gu Zuo: You’re sick!
 Gongyi Tianheng: If I say I’m sick, can you cure me?
 Gu Zuo: If I say I have medicine, would you want it?
 Gongyi Tianheng: However much you have is how much I want.
 Gu Zuo: However much you want is how much I have.
 Gongyi Tianheng: Then bring it all out.
 Gu Zuo: …
 Simply speaking, a scaredy-cat shou transmigrated and had to think of a way to survive. He had a golden finger called Medicine Refining System, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the ingredients needed to refine medicine and level up.
 A great young master to an Empire’s preeminent Clan had a super high IQ, but his talent for cultivation was low. Unfortunately, pill refiners were too hard to develop, and weren’t restricted to his personal service. But he could acquire plenty of ingredients.
 Two people, one was sick and one had medicine. Therefore, the one who was sick kept the one who had medicine, and everyone was happy.
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 He was the youngest guru of martial arts as well as the perfect Mr. McDreamy of the most girls. He had mysterious absolute touch, clear-sighted observation ability and various outstanding talents.
 But now, he was just an ordinary freshman in University of Jiangjing Chinese Medicine, who wanted to learn Chinese Medicine, see patients, and get into a relationship with a girl in a low-key way. However, in a Mid-Autumn Festival party, he was forced to put on a performance, which shocked the whole audience. The shiny and wonderful university life began from then on.
 In the university, he met a beautiful and smart School Beauty Jiang Miaoyu who shook his heart slightly. But the road of love was never smooth, even to a perfect hero.
 He also met a kind and friendly teacher Dr. Shen who discovered his excellent technique and gave him a chance to practice. 
 Besides, his three lovely and interesting roommates were indispensable in his life, although sometimes they looked a little awkward. 
 But this young hero’s life was not always full of happiness without a hitch, some trouble still appeared from time to time. The domineering and imperious President of the Students’ Union Li Qingshi purposely made difficulties for him repeatedly. The stubborn and hardworking martial arts practitioner Chen Cong often challenged him in different ways.
 Just because of these extraordinary personalities around him, this young hero’s road of struggle looked so amazing…
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 As soon as Gao Yan came back from vacation in his hometown, he found that there was an eight-handed wooden evil Guanyin in his suitcase that could not be thrown away. 
 The moment he stepped out of the temple, Gao Yan fell into the Guan Luo Yin scene. A prompting in his ears spoke: 
 Welcome to the game of the gods~ 
 First, please be sure to obey the words of the gods. 
 Second, the latest red hot post on the top read: Shock! The whereabouts of Chu Suibi, the only person in the world who passed the main god-level difficulty, is unknown. According to insiders, Chu Suibi is chasing his wife. Yes, you have read that right, that old dog forced Chu Suibi to have a wife! 
 Gao Yan, who has never involved himself with worldly matters, meets Chu Suibi, someone who is too keen to break the rules. 
 Gao Yan: I am a good person. 
 Chu Suibi: Me too. 
 God: Bullshit!!!
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 The Shen Zhou Continent only respects the Martial Dao!
 On this immense continent, Martial Warriors stand at the peak of society! Powerful experts break the earth and shatter the skies to ascend the Nine Heavens!
 But to become a Martial Warrior, one needs a Martial Spirit!
 Ye Tian was a Special Forces Soldier of the Hua Xia Country when he died and crossed over to this strength-worshiping world. With his talent and experience, the youthful Ye Tian seemed a genius! But when he was fifteen, he discovered that fate had played a cruel joke on him — he had no Martial Spirit!
 But the heavens never closed off all paths; Ye Tian found an Ancient Magus’ secret diary and cultivated the Devouring art. No Martial Spirit? Then he’ll just devour the spirits of others!
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 The amiable looking patriarch is gazing at a stone monkey: “Wukong, what do you want to learn from me?” “It’s all up to master’s instruction.” The stone monkey respectfully replied: “As long as I will be able to beat up Tathagata, then it’s alright.” One hundred years later, the stone monkey defeated Tathagata and ascended the throne, becoming the Jade Emperor.
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 The real spirit continent, the world is proud of the world, the evil spirits fight for the edge, the king’s long roar can fall into the stars, and the emperor’s hand can cover the sky. 
 Xiao Ye, a humble young man, was inherited from ancient times. Since then, Wuji has been pushing the enemies horizontally, breaking through the Nine Wastes, and the bloody battle burning the Nine Heavens. 
 Invincible battlefield, genius blood like sea, demon bones into mountains, Xiao Ye step by step, reaching the summit, hitting all the way to no one in the world dare to respect. 
 My martial arts, Dang Ning is unyielding, killing and decisive, happy enmity, kill all enemies in the world!
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 In a mass ambush at the Battle of the Gods, the four major guilds with all their armies surrounded one man alone: McRae, known by all players as the God of War.
 But even the God of War could not survive alone against hundreds of attackers.
 Yet, when McRae opened his eyes again, he’d returned to the first-day launch of the game, [Divine Domain]- and he still had his full-level character, with all classes available to him to switch freely between at any time.
 With all his previous memories, McRae knew that their entire world would soon merge with the game world, where death would become permanent… And so he turned on Divine Domain once more-- this time fully aware of every detail about the players, the treasures, and the game itself.
 Before the four guilds were even formed, McRae would have a guild and an army of his own.
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 She has come a long way.
 Orphaned, born a weakling, and being the infamous good-for-nothing of Azure Dragon Country. Gu Ruoyun was the shame of the proud Gu household. Falsely accused of a crime she did not commit, she was betrayed by her family and beaten to death by her own grandfather. But life took a fateful twist on that very day — she was revived.
 Newly awakened, she is now the Master of an ancient treasure that resides within her body. Precious cultivation pills, treasures beyond her wildest imagination and spiritual beasts, all within her grasp… She is the apple of the eye of all under the heavens, including that of a mysterious, handsome man.
 Now she only has one goal — to conquer the world.
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 Year 2056, in a city in the Yuan Jiang Su Jin area. On top of a ruined, shattered six story residential apartment sits a teenager wearing a combat vest, militaristic trousers, and alloyed battle boots. On his back is a hexagonal shield and equipped is a blood-shadow battle knife. He sits there silently on the edge of the roof. At this time, the sparkling sky was shining and there was a refreshing breath within the air that blew towards him. However, there was only silence within the ruined, deserted city, with an occasional howl that makes your heart skip a beat.
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 [Gunfight + case-solving reasoning + decisive killing] 
 “I’ve been black and white, and you said I was an undercover agent???” 
 When Dean woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the scene where the robbers were sharing the spoils. 
 Because of the confusion of the original owner’s memory, Dean mistakenly thought that he was a real robber, so he chose to eat black and white, and emptied the magazine with an American-style Juhe. 
 Just when he was about to take the money and leave. 
 A blond beauty came to the door: “Dean is an intern police officer. The bank in the town was robbed. I ordered you to investigate the suspect. You don’t want to fail your internship, do you?” 
 It turns out that I am an undercover agent! 
 Dean is numb…
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