Leveling Up Against the Supernatural, I'm More Terrifying Than the Monsters

I became the martial arts school's lowliest punching bag, bullied by everyone, my flesh and blood reduced to mush.

As I lay badly wounded and waiting to die, I was chosen as bait for the night patrol and offered up to the "Eerie" beyond the city walls.

They wanted me to die without a sound, rotting in a gutter like a stray dog.

Then I heard a whisper in my mind:

[Eerie Extraction System activated.]

From then on, the "Eerie," feared by everyone, became the fattest prey in my eyes.

While every martial artist desperately tries to avoid being corrupted by the Eerie, I charge into a mass grave and grab a weeping female ghost by the throat. "Stop crying. Give me some points."

While the sect's prodigies are chased until their souls nearly flee their bodies, I pursue the evil spirit for three hundred miles, just to make it drop a few more points of "source essence."

Years later, I sit upon a throne forged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with indescribable horrors trembling at my feet.

Someone behind me asks in a quavering voice, "Are you... a martial artist, or one of the Eerie?"

I smile and crush the ancient god struggling in my hand.

"Me? I'm just... an ordinary person who likes putting points into stats."