John_Doever

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. 

===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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Alien Evolution System

The shining humanoid continued to exercise his strength over the female daemon specimen.

"Oh…oh, someone else has shown you their love," said the humanoid as he hunched over, inspecting the daemon specimen's handless arm.

She gasped breathlessly as the humanoid pressed his weight down on her chest, spit starting to drool from her forcibly opened, tongueless mouth.

With a gentle, caring touch completely in contrast with the brutal force he put on her chest, he stroked her clear forehead. "And you have lost your brand.

The mark that was proof of your salvation from the ignoble darkness. You were broken and worthless as all your kind are, but with my love and with that mark, you regained some of your dignity.

Why did you throw it away? Oh, my dear, why?"

The Taste of Love