The blood moon hangs overhead, order has collapsed, and the civilization of old has become a wasteland.
Uncanny whispers lurk in the fog, mutated flesh roams the ruins, and monstrous beasts tear through the sky. Humanity struggles to survive in despair.
Sun Xing, an office drone who has just lost his job, unexpectedly transmigrates straight into this apocalyptic world that devours people without a trace.
Death lurks everywhere, monsters run rampant, and everyone lives in fear. Anyone else would have been scared out of their wits by now.
But he isn't worried in the slightest. He's as steady as a rock.
That's because from the moment he transmigrated, he bound an overpowered System and awakened the ultimate talent: [Great Devourer]!
Devour mutated creatures and seize their source genes.
Devour uncanny beings and refine fragments of their rules.
Devour the essence of all things and temper body and soul.
The mutated lord across from him roared, “Kid! I suggest you mind your own business, or I'll tear you to pieces, chew you up, and swallow you whole!”
Sun Xing gave a cold sneer, his eyes icy as frost. “What do you think life is?”
He shook his head in disdain, his voice dripping with contempt. “Forget it. A monster like you, who knows nothing but slaughter, doesn't deserve to hear!”
The next instant, he raised his hand and roared, his voice shaking the universe: “Come forth! My Devouring Legion!”
Roars instantly rang out across the wasteland, gunbeasts aiming their barrels at the mutated lord.
Bladebeasts swung blades several feet long, their fierce gusts of wind making the air howl.
The Biotitan towered like a mountain, every step shaking the ground violently. Countless Devouring Kin surged forth in answer, sweeping away like a black tide.
Sun Xing stood atop the ruins and lifted his gaze to the blood moon. His voice shook the heavens and resounded across the entire wasteland: “I, Sun Xing, shall attain the Dao through devouring. All things are my food!”
