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 The Collector started with the woman, knowing that she had the most direct experience with this phenomenon known as 'magic'. After all, she had utilized it herself, spitting out balls of flame that, though useless, had mechanisms of functioning that entirely eluded the Collector.
 It inspected the woman's corpse, her attire, and the stick she held, and confirmed to itself that there was nothing anomalous about any of it.
 The female specimen did not utilize any tools of noteworthy advancement. Her clothes were comprised of a weave of soft plant fibers that did not even provide the pithy protection her male brethren wore with their clunky metal and animal skin paddings.
 And the stick -
 The Collector knelt down and picked up the stick, eyeing it from top to bottom. A simple stick of wood. Its many gleaming yellow compound eyes noted tiny inscriptions lining the stick, but this written language's meaning eluded the Collector.
 Was it possible then that another civilization had crafted this tool? This fire creating weapon that seemed intrinsically linked to 'magic'?
 And why was it that this 'magic' seemed to be tied to the utterance of the language of the spacefaring human variant? Was it perhaps that 'magic' was technology passed from the spacefaring humans to this more primitive variant?
 The mere presence of that language gave the Collector a cause for concern. It scrapped its previous hypothesis that the humans of this world were a divergent but similar evolution entirely separate from the spacefaring humans.
 Not to mention that with the presence of the language, there arose again caution for the presence of the spacefaring humans themselves, and they were a dangerous threat the Collector could never surpass in its current state.
 Yet, nothing would indicate that the spacefaring humans had any presence here aside from the utterance of their language. The Collector had already reasoned that through with the complete absence of signs of advanced civilization upon this planet.
 The most likely conclusion the Collector reached was that the humans of this world were a subspecies split off from the main spacefaring group of humans.
 The Collector knew that the spacefaring humans had experienced an era of interstellar colonizing, and that some of these colonies were lost when warp technology was yet new and unstable.
 It was entirely possible that this world held humans that had degenerated in advancement from the original spacefarers once they were cut off from the main body of the species and their support.
 This would explain how far away this world was, far enough such that the Collector could not establish any connection with the Collective, for a faulty warp was easily capable of sending errant groups of humans to the far flung edges of space.
 Yet that still did not explain this 'magic' and how it did not match any technology profile that the Collector had in its memory bank.
 The Collector bit down on the stick, chewing and swallowing the wood, but found that there was nothing useful about it.
 As the Collector had expected, it was simply wood. Simple plant matter just as mundane and of the same nature as that comprising the countless trees surrounding it.
 Useless even for gaining a point of biomass. The Collector threw the stick away in disappointment, though it did note that a tinge of warmth pricked the Collector's stomach as it digested the wood.
 The nature of the warmth eluded the Collector also, as it was unlike it to face any kind of biological reaction to consumption, its innards and digestive fluids bioengineered to fend against any manner of toxin known throughout the cosmos.
 Odd. Was this also tied to 'magic'?
 The Collector would know once it consumed the female specimen.
 It picked the female's corpse up in one hand, its thick hand wrapping around her slim waist almost entirely.
 It opened its jaw and mandibles grotesquely wide, its jaw bones unhinging and its mouth muscles contracting, and shoveled the female's form into its throat, and within a single second, she was gone, flesh and blood and bones and all.
 It was as if she had never existed at all.
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 *Biomass gained (+10)*
 Biomass level 35/100
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 The Collector cocked its head in muted surprise. Unlike the other human female specimen from within the goblin den that provided a measly five biomass points, this one provided ten.
 Yet the female herself possessed nothing different about her. Searching her genetic code found no aberrations or mutations that set her aside from her brethren.
 Where did the additional biomass come from?
 And strangely, that warm feeling permeating throughout the Collector's being from consuming the stick now intensified as the female was broken down, though it did not develop into anything that caused discomfort.
 Too many questions.
 The Collector would find answers soon enough by searching the female specimen's memories before the short timeframe in which her memories were accessible after consumption expired.
 It stood still as its mind focused on the keyword of 'magic'.
 The Collector's mind blanked out, and it temporarily saw a flash of white and heard a dull, droning buzz hum in its auditory systems: signs that indicated a failure to extract memories.
 Why?
 The Collector knew only of two instances where it could not extract any memories at all.
 One: the consumed species was far too intellectually and evolutionarily complex. This was unlikely to a probability greatly hugging at zero.
 The human was indeed a relatively intelligent species and the Collector's processing power was dampened from being severed from the Collective, but the human was not nearly evolved as either a species or potentially aberrant individual to hamper the Collector.
 She was just as primitive as the rest of her kind, ruled by an unnatural mixture of budding but underdeveloped higher thought and base instincts.
 Two: the consumed species held a psionic connection to a far greater whole that could create a mental structure complex enough to resist extraction. In essence, the very same mind to matter mechanism that linked the Collector to the greater hive mind of the Collective.
 This did not seem likely, and yet, it was more likely than the first.
 The Collector did not waste any time on doubt. It settled on this explanation and immediately geared its mind towards the potential threats this hypothesis would generate.
 There was one tinkering species known as the Klaxia that the Collector knew of that did possess the rare adaptation to produce psionic links, but they were weak ones that only linked their thoughts and emotions to each other among small groups.
 Not at all on the level of the Collective hivemind that could unite billions of lifeforms into a greater, perfected whole. No, it was a grave insult to even begin to compare the two.
 The Collective hivemind was an evolutionary marvel that developed alone and unique in its sheer scale and complexity among countless star systems.
 The probability that anything similar had developed here, especially with these primitive humans, was exceedingly low.
 But it was possible that potentially this subspecies of human did possess psionic links with each other, and if enough were linked together, it could comprise a mental body sufficiently complicated enough to repel the Collector's individual extraction effort.
 The Collector hastened its movements.
 That meant that there was potential that other humans, particularly those in the nearby settlement, were linked to this human, and that meant they might already be raising an alarm against the Collector.
 The Collector quickly consumed the two males.
 Again, there was nothing of note worth on their bodies. The only commonality that existed among all three humans was the presence of a patch on their clothing that had a rudimentary weave representing the crude visage of a single star.
 What that meant, the Collector did not know, though it did recall one of the males referring to the group as a whole as "one stars".
 Possibly a term of classification that indicated humans that were psionically connected for again, as with the 'magic' familiar female the Collector consumed, these males had memories it could not extract.
 Further investigation was needed.
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 *Biomass gained (20)*
 Biomass level: 55/100
 *Genetic material gained*
 Stored Genetic Material:
 -Black Ant
 -Black Goblin
 -Human
 -Frostboar
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 Again, these two males provided double the amount of biomass as the female specimen in the den. The animal skins that one of the males wore also provided the genetic material for a species known as a Frostboar as well.
 The Collector clicked its mandibles.
 The frostboar possessed a thick layer of blubber and insulating skin that would provide strong resistance to the cold. Useful.
 And an indicator that these humans were widespread across this world, for the male could not have obtained the frostboar's hide without a significant degree of travel or trade pre-established by the human species as a whole.
 As it thought to itself, the Collector moved, wasting not a single moment of time.
 It sprinted out of the den's clearing and into the woods, shrinking its muscles so that it could weave across thickets of tree trunks with graceful agility.
 Its compound eyes, ultra-sensitive hairs, quick mind, and untiring musculature meant that it could cross through the heavily forested woods with a speed that made it almost seem that there was nothing blocking its way.
 It headed north, deeper into the forest and away from the settlement, for it had changed its mind. It would not near the human settlement now, not when there was the possibility that the humans had raised an alarm.
 No, it instead utilized the few bits of dialogue and memories it extracted from the goblins to head towards their other nests where there would be more hobgoblins that were part of the plan to overrun the human settlement.
 The Collector mapped out the approximate locations of a total of five more hobgoblins spread across five more dens that would provide an enticing amount of biomass.
 The Collector ran a quick calculation.
 Five hobgoblins, if they were similar to Draug, plus a number of goblins to accompany each, would provide easily enough biomass to reach its fourth level of metamorphosis.
 The Collector clicked its mandibles in anticipation as it leaped across a bush, swerving its body so that it slipped past two tree trunks before resuming its quick sprint.
 Even with how quick it was, it created little to no sound, every single on of its many steps carefully calculated and placed in spots with the least dead and dried foliage to minimize sound.
 Once it reached the fifth level of metamorphosis, it could begin to keep single adaptations it harvested from creatures native to this world even if the Collector discarded their forms. It would also be able to increase the number of genetic samples it could splice together to create a new form from three to four.
 Not to mention that if the humans had raised an alarm, then the Collector had to become stronger to face them.
 It was confident that if the humans it had just consumed were the extent of threat that the humans could muster up at their primitive level of technology in this world, then even in its current state, it could annihilate dozens of them with utter ease.
 But it erred on the side of caution, for it knew the humans could breed and populate and gather themselves in even greater numbers like the swarms of pests they were.
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 STATUS RECAP
 Metamorphosis Level 2
 Biomass Level: 55/100
 Stored Genetic Material:
 -Black Ant
 -Black Goblin
 -Human
 -Frostboar
 Current Adaptations:
 -Ultrafiber Muscles Rank 3
 -Sensitive Hairs Rank 2
 -Organic-Hyperalloy Carapace Rank 2
 -Monomolecular Claws Rank 1
 Current Form:
 Black Hobgoblin/Striped Centipede/Jungle Spider
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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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 As an archeologist’s assistant, Ling Zhan traveled to the outer world for a strange egg, but this egg was the standard battle base left by the zombie who ruled 370,000 intelligent races in the universe, and then began his journey into the world.
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 The meteorite falling from the sky changed Huayueling’s normal life trajectory. He was recognized by the mysterious system as he survived a catastrophe. From this he received a powerful force beyond the reach of ordinary people, and made him discover a world different from others’ eyes. .
 At the same time, various unimaginable events surrounded him, and creatures beyond human imagination gradually emerged, and Hua Yueling had to face more than that.
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 A skilled but unfortunate modern-day assassin was killed in a freak accident. However, he soon found himself summoned to another world by an evil wizard, who had him possess the body of a boy as an experiment. After successfully planning the evil wizard’s downfall, he used the wizard’s body as a springboard to gain influence and power in his new world.
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 Qin Ming relied on tenacious perseverance to cultivate the body of the legendary Pill God, and at the most critical moment, he was harmed by the closest person. 
 In this life, he will not only be a Pill God, but also a Peerless Warrior.
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 Heard that the Avengers has six founders?
 I, Peng Lie, the six guardians apply for the battle!
 It is said that the Assassin Alliance, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is very strong.
 Independent Assassination Force Valia understand?
 S.H.I.E.L.D. controls all kinds of dissatisfaction?
 Outside advisors will tell you what it means to die!
 what! You say Tony Stark is going to build the world’s first time machine? Go and take out the ten-year-old bazooka in the warehouse!
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 Our time is engraved on the ring, and the glory that belongs to Peng Lie will never dissipate!
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 When an era came to an end, various forces set foot in cultivation to compete for immortality. A young boy who spent most of the time sleeping got lucky in the troubled times and became an unparalleled immortal who could cover the sky with a snap of fingers. Was he going to live forever?
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 In a galaxy far away, there is a kid without innate ability to practice internal techniques. So, in order to gain the respect of his father, he resolutely chooses to follow the more difficult and painful path of practicing external techniques. As the years go by, he grows up, but what really changes his life is a mysterious meteoric crystal stone – the Meteoric Tear. This stone fuses with the young man’s body unnoticed, and he seems to undergo drastic transformations as a result. After that, everything is changed. Eventually his father knows that the son for whom he hasn’t really shown a lot of consideration possesses astonishing abilities. And there’s a lot more to come.
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 Even in the Interstellar universe, a shut-in is a shut-in. Wu Zimo, a bachelor tech nerd, said that there was no pressure. As long as there was a network and a computer, nothing would be a problem!
 As for the male god, this type of mythical creature should be sitting on a pedestal with a noble and cool expression, accepting the worship of believers day and night.
 A certain shut-in: So, Marshal, we should have been running about on the road of bachelorhood all this time. Would you say that’s correct?
 Marshal: ……ah! Ah!
 Beware of mines: Sentinel/ guide, two orientations, protagonist shou, mutual pampering, 1v1
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 Hacker God Mo is the Number 1 Hacker from 21st Century. Reborn in interstellar, he became an ancient man from thousands of years ago. His ambition is to shine the name of GOD Mo in interstellar era.
 As for his Male God. He is a famous Marshal who sits in the top platform of Gods. A noble and cold person.
 To protect his little chrysanthemum. Wu ZiMo decided to pretend to be a ordinary person. Let’s see how long can Wu ZiMo can protect his chrysanthemum… I mean his identity as a ordinary person.
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 Chu Yan’s life went through ups and downs. At the age of fourteen, he stepped into the realm of a fourth level martial arts expert. However, he was framed at the celebratory feast of fifteen and charged with attempting to assassinate the emperor and usurping the throne. In the presence of all the witness and material evidence, he was demoted to a civilian on the spot and sentenced to death. Not only was his martial arts destroyed, the poisoned wine at the banquet was also damaging his body at all times. The Emperor, the Prince, and the Princess colluded just to frame him, the Crown Prince.
 To Chu Yan, the turning point in his life was probably the pair of earrings left behind by his mother. This echo loop could open a time and space cage called Return to the Ruins Tower. Inside Return to the Ruins Tower, one day was equivalent to three days in the mortal world. Different levels in the tower had different surprises.
 Chu Yan made up his mind, “When I recover my strength, I will take what you guys took from me, and take it back again!”
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 Thor: I can summon lightning. Rogge: I will Thunder Escape. 
 Hulk: I am so powerful and invulnerable. Rogge: I will be able to do so. 
 Scarlet Witch: I can create hallucinations. Rogge: Moonreader and learn more about other gods. 
 Groot: This is Groot. 
 Rogge: I can hide from wood, and top the Buddha. 
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 This is a story of a ninja who aspires to become the god of ninjas and makes trouble in the Marvel world.
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 After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10,000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans… 
 Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father’s premium military benefits, Ling Lan’s journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation’s top military boys’ school. 
 With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance…
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 Lin Yuetian: I’m a gentle, kind, reasonable, and hard-working person, with a remarkable IQ and EQ. My only wish is to achieve financial freedom and live in peace.
 Doctors and Psychologists: He is physically and mentally healthy.
 System: HaHa.
 Scumbag Gong(s): HaHa. #side-eye to the rows of graves whose grasses on top are taller than the next
 One sentence introduction: When a Gold medal Assassin was forced to transmigrate and do the task of abusing Scumbags. Conspiracy? Counterattack? Face-slapping? Why so serious? Dead men tell no tales~
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