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 Thus, the Collector realized, it would have to make more thorough use of language to extract information, though it had to admit that it did not like trying to navigate the nuances of tinkering speech and its decorum.
 These goblins were simple minded and likely, their speech patterns too would be equally predictable, but having to engage with even slightly more advanced tinkerers such as humans, to know when they lied or hid the truth, would be a challenge it had never encountered before.
 None others of its its kind before it had had any experience attempting to communicate with tinkering species for either they razed them all or succumbed to their weapons - the very concept of parlaying was unthinkable.
 Destroy or be destroyed was all the Collector had known. Obvious, really, a straightforward evolution of the primary directive imbued in all life: consume or be consumed.
 Certainly, there did exist other Collector strains such as the infector or dominator variants that specialized in creating spores, parasites, and symbiotes focused on taking over a world through disease and manipulation, but unfortunately, the current Collector, cut off from the greater database system of the Collective, could not regrow any adaptations from other Collector strains.
 It was limited to restoring its own warrior type strain abilities, and though those adaptations were certainly fearsome and exceedingly diverse, there was precious little in the means of enslaving and bending wills.
 To be sure, consuming the goblins to gain their memories was also possible, but the Collector needed keywords about things it wanted to know first for that to be effective, and interrogating these goblins enough might give the Collector some idea of what to search for.
 Optimally, it would be best to communicate and learn many things from the goblins instead of consuming them and learning only about one topic.
 Provided, of course, these addlepated primitives could even engage in meaningful discourse.
 "Draug mean strong, very strong! Strong one. You are strong one!"
 "Draug mean you leader. We follow!"
 "You Draug! You Draug!"
 The Collector remained motionless.
 It would seem that 'Draug' was not a name, but a title of leadership. It was amused that these lowly lifeforms wished to follow it, but it could see that this was simply a desperate plea for their lives.
 The greatest honor the Collector could grant these primitives was to absorb them, placing their genetic material into the Collective database where they would be immortalized.
 But for now, the Collector humored them, using its newfound position of authority to ask about what it was most curious about.
 "Tell me, since I am leader of your pack now, do you know of humans?"
 The goblins jumped up and down, excited to be able to tell the Collector of things they knew about, hoping that by being useful, they could save themselves.
 "Humans tall and mean. They kill us, so we kill them. Take food and women," said a goblin.
 "Many, many humans. They outside jungle. We want kill them," said another. "Humans outside forest weak. We hungry, so we take from them."
 "Here, here!" said a goblin from behind the crowd. It grunted and heaved. "Here human we capture!"
 The goblin crowd parted, and one of them pushed forwards a limp humanoid.
 The Collector analyzed it.
 Judging from the memories it had absorbed from the hobgoblin, this was a female of the human species. She was curled up in a ball, shivering with her unprotected body bare to the distressingly cold environment of the den. She was bloody and bruised, her auburn hair torn in many places.
 The Collector clicked its mandibles in ponderance. An equivalent of muttering a 'hm' or 'I see'.
 "If you want, you use," said one of the goblins. The other goblins nodded in agreement.
 "Use?" the Collector asked. It pressed one of its claws gently on the human's arm. The skin easily yielded to the monomolecular edges of the claw and started to bleed.
 There was nothing exceptional about this specimen. In many ways, it was very much like the humans it had known, comprised of weak and imperfect flesh and blood, but this specimen was even weaker.
 She did not even possess any of the genetic enhancements and bodily implants that made the spacefaring humans it was familiar with just a bit sturdier than what their enfeebled, evolutionary stunted flesh and blood bodies would allow for.
 Perhaps the Collector had worried about these so called humans for nothing.
 It was becoming increasingly likely that the 'humans' of this world were a divergent but similar evolution of bipedal species. Such similar evolutionary paths were not unheard of, after all, especially among tinkerers that all tended to evolve similarly.
 "Make babies, feel good," said the goblins.
 "Ah, procreation," said the Collector.
 It had no need to procreate. Reproduction as these primitive species understood it was a highly impractical and inefficient process that paled in comparison to the Collective's process of assimilation and pure creation.
 Sex was useless to the Collector. It was immune to unnecessary and exploitable instincts such as the drive to reproduce.
 "Pro-?" asked the goblins, confused at the difficult word.
 "Interesting." The Collector stood up. "Your language is sufficiently complex, and yet all of you are too simple-minded to utilize it fully. Curious. Perhaps there are more intelligent subspecies of yourselves roaming about. I assume they will be far more useful than you."
 The goblins looked at each other, trying to see if one of them had understood what the Collector meant.
 "Do not worry yourselves over my rambling," said the Collector. "You will not have to worry at all anymore."
 The goblins sighed in relief.
 "Your intelligence is too lacking for me to gain information through conversation. Your lack of neural complexity and adequate grasp over communicative language will be a time-consuming challenge to navigate that I would rather not endure.
 Consumption will tell me more than your primitive babbling."
 The Collector slashed forwards, taking wide, arcing swings with its deadly claws extended. It was a slaughter. Each swipe cleaved multiple goblins into multiple pieces, their body parts flying in the air and their blood splattering everywhere.
 The goblins screamed, each swipe thinning their numbers and lowering the volume of their collective cries, but one had the wits to remain calm and dart through the Collector's legs and attempt escape.
 The Collector did not pay heed to it.
 It would find no way out.
 The Collector retracted its claws. Blood had made its entire body slick and reeking of iron. It opened up its pores, draining the liquid biomass into its skin. The blood faded almost immediately, sinking into the Collector's hungry cells.
 There was now the matter of the human.
 The Collector grabbed her head in its palm and shook her ever so slightly. The human shivered. Goblin blood had drenched her, painting her pale skin red.
 "Human," said the Collector in the goblin's language.
 "Please," the human whispered.
 The Collector could not understand the human's weak vocalization. It was evident the human did not speak the language of the goblins, nor did it speak the language of the humans that the Collector was familiar with.
 "Save me, adventurer, save me," said the human in a weak voice no louder than a whisper. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing shallow and cracked, straining against cracked ribs and internal bleeding.
 The Collector sensed the human's vitals and registered a slowing heartbeat and internal hemorrhaging that had forced her into a state of delirious shock. She would be useless for providing information and soon to die anyway.
 With a quick jab, the Collector stabbed its hand into the female's heart, ending her life in a merciful instant.
 The Collector set about consuming everything it could in that den, devouring all the dismembered goblin bodies, the human female, and the lone goblin that had attempted to escape only to find itself ensnared by webbing.
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 *Biomass gained (+25)*
 Biomass level 25/100
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 Disappointing. The goblins provided a meager 1 point of biomass at this point and the human a pitiful 5. However, this was to be expected. Higher levels of metamorphosis required exponentially higher levels of complex biomass, after all.
 More useful, however, were the memories and knowledge.
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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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 Mo Shang Jun, a rare female commander of the Reconnaissance Battalion, was gorgeous as a pinup vase.
 Rumour has it: this highness has capricious moods, cunning ways, and is the walking definition of the word shameless!
 Yan Tian Xing, the mysterious captain of the Yama Team in the Special Forces was a devil—he’s wicked hot.
 Rumour has it: this young master has a cruel temperament, ruthless ways, and is the walking definition of the word tyrant!
 In reality however.
 The both of them are first-class ‘lookist’s!
 note: ‘lookist’ refers to someone who assumes one’s character based on physical appearance or looks only, however the word used in the raws is 颜控 which is closer to the definition of ‘appearance-complex’ meaning the person is very taken by appearance of others before anything else and favours good-looking people.
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 Soul wears Marvel, and at the beginning inherited a small and medium-sized pharmaceutical company. 
 In order to maintain his leisurely life, Kyle began to create more superheroes in the Marvel world, and incidentally brought a wave of small enhancements to the original ones. 
 The Iron Lord Tony Stark controls an army of countless machines. 
 The ultimate warrior Steve Rogers with an immortal will and an immortal soul. 
 Thor Odinson, the god of thunder and storms and wars. 
 In addition, under the intervention of Kyle, in this extraordinary world, more superheroes will be born. 
 Commissioner Fury: What’s your purpose in doing this? 
 Kyle Walter: The world needs more heroes, and we are the hero makers! 
 (Half farming in the early stage, and the journey of the later stage is the sea of ​​stars and stars!)
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 For twenty years, Bai Luo had been thinking that he had been reincarnated in an ordinary world, until one day, a black book appeared in his mind. 
 “Is there magic in this world?” 
 Facing Bai Luo’s question, uncle Saros decisively said: “No.” 
 “But there are miracles.” 
 “What is a miracle?” 
 “It can be a sword that can release flames or a pot that can create gold” 
 “It can be a beautiful girl that was born from a fruit.” 
 “She can control fog, manipulate storms, and dominate lightning.” 
 “Magic!” 
 Bai Luo slapped the table and shouted 
 “That is definitely magic!” 
 “No!” 
 Uncle Saros said, 
 “This is really a miracle.” 
 Many years later, Bai Luo looked at the magnificent scenery of the country he had built. He agreed with what uncle Saros said, 
 “This is a miracle…”
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 She, a genius abandoned by her clan. He, a proud, pampered, two-faced imperial crown prince, a developing supreme ruler of the world. She, tricking him, disguised as a pig to eat a tiger, suppressing him, provoking him. Every time, after playing with him and stirring him up, she’d escape.
 No man could put up with this! He could only hunt her, pamper and indulge her, lure her into falling in love with him, who would have thought, the one to first fall in love would turn out to be him———-
 A young man who stood above the world, a young lady who dominated the landscape, evenly matched opponents, evenly matched romantic game of chase and tag.
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 Jiang Chen, son of the Heavenly Emperor, unexpectedly reincarnated into the body of a despised young noble, thus embarking on the path of the underdog trouncing all commoners. No one has the right to call himself a genius in front of Jiang Chen, as no one has a better understanding of the heavens than the son of the Heavenly Emperor. “Genius? He who adheres to me shall ascend. Those who oppose me can find solace in hell!’
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 A master assassin transmigrates into an interstellar era.
 Other players were responsible for competing in the e-sports arena, while he was responsible for stringing up and beating up the other players.
 His sword was hidden during the peak of day, and he was a gentleman who arrived in a flash of light; 
 As a vanguard of the eternal night, he was the variable between life and death in the world.
 “As you know, the Star League’s difficulty levels are arranged in this way: 
 Paradise &lt; Simple &lt; Normal &lt; Difficult &lt; Nightmare &lt; Hell &lt; [Tyron Odin]”
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 “Do you want to know about the same infinite gloves of Thanos?” 
 Just after watching the three premieres of the Women’s Federation, Luo Qing has completely changed his life because of this impulsive consumption. 
 …… 
 When Luo Qing, who inexplicably crossed into the world of Pirates, successfully inlaid a devil fruit on the golden infinite glove, he was completely confused! 
 What follows is a question of both happiness and distress! 
 It seems that there are 6 grooves on this glove… 
 So, which 6 kinds of Devil Fruits can be the strongest in theory? 
 Wait online! One hundred thousand hot! 
 Don’t force me to snap my fingers!
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 Transmigrated into a vicious Kryptonian criminal, even General Zod, who desperately needed the power of his clan, dared not release him from the ice. 
 When he finally regained his freedom, there was the already formed Doomsday lying beside him! 
 Look at Lex Luthor talking to Superman. 
 Listen to the countdown to rebirth that is gradually ringing in your ears. 
 Heisenberg took his heart…. 
 “Don’t stop me, I have to go to other worlds to bask in the sun for 10,000 years!!!”
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 Transmigrated into the body of a cannon fodder villain, Chu Yu has three major worries:
 1. How can he help the protagonist turn into a real harem master?
 2. How can he develop a good relationship with the protagonist?
 3. How can he live properly without holding on to the protagonist’s thigh?
 The protagonist has three major worries:
 1. Eldest disciple brother has changed
 2. Eldest disciple brother has really changed
 3. How can he marry eldest disciple brother?
 System: Congratulations! ~ Sprinkle Flowers ~ Grow Old Together Happily!
 Chu Yu: … Wait, what about the harem novel?
 Author’s Note – This 1vs1 (no harem) And HE (Happy Ending)
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 Lord of Mysteries
 Rawls Adrian, who was invaded by the “uncertain fog”, traveled to March 1349 (three months before Klein Moretti crossed), and Rawls, a “lawyer”, began his mysterious journey. trip.
 Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be marquis.
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 The beautiful young boy staring at the winged crawling creeping in front of his eyes, the lip line that had been closed since he set foot on the outside land began to change, and the voice appeared in the dark conscious space.
 “It is determined that the plan leader and all related personnel have died, and contact with the earth is completely interrupted. Enter the self-action mode. Change the login name to the predetermined complete body [Li Lin]. Combined with the current situation, choose task B4 independently.”
 The young man with the name Li Lin paused, and his voice seemed to bring the coldness of the deepest depth of hell.
 “Infiltrate and invade low-level civilization, colonize and globalize it.”
 An ultimate weapon boy, smelled the same taste in the magical world-war.
 So he began to continue his mission.
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 At the turn of the new year, the sky turns blood red and everyone turns into beasts! Catastrophe! Is it a game of the devil, an alien invasion, or a punishment from the gods... Chen Chu, who had survived for three years, died and was unexpectedly reborn one week before everyone transformed into beasts. In order to make up for the regrets in his heart, he began a bloody journey...
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