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

"None of you possess any more tangible knowledge of the specimen known as the 'Facestealer?'" asked the Collector, its voice resonating throughout the cavern to address all in it. The finality of tone within its voice indicated that should there be no further relevant information, then the Collector was going to end the line of conversation and proceed forwards.

"I am sorry, Sovnar," said Goromir. "But even in our age, tales of the Facestealer were merely whispers of the past. There is also that my memories are not as clear as they could be."

"Your resurrection granted us second life and mastery over our bodies once more, but our centuries long sleep has rotted some of our memories," said Kandak. "Some are hazy, some are utterly gone, but I assure you, Sovnar, we have not lost so many memories that we are unable to serve."

Two Mountains