Extra Points for Weirdness, I'm Scarier Than Weirdness

I became the most despicable punching bag in the martial arts school, someone who could be bullied by everyone, my flesh and blood were like mud. When he was seriously injured and waiting to die, he was chosen as a night patrol bait and offered to the "weird" outside the city to gnaw on. They wanted me to die quietly and rot in the gutter like a wild dog. Until I heard a whisper in my head— [Weird extraction system has been activated. From then on, the "weirdness" that the world feared like a tiger became the most fertile prey in my eyes. While all the warriors were trying their best to avoid the strange erosion, I broke into the mass grave and grabbed the crying female ghost's neck: "Don't cry, add more." When the genius of the sect was chased to pieces by evil spirits, I chased him for three hundred miles, just to force him to lose a few more points of "source quality". Many years later, I was sitting on a throne made of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with an indescribable thing trembling at my feet. Someone behind me asked in a trembling voice: "Are you... A warrior, or are you a weirdo?" I smiled and crushed the struggling ancient god in my hand: "Me? I'm just an ordinary person who likes to add some extra points."