Apocalyptic Changes: I Evolved into a Monster

The sky is peeled off, and the whole world falls into a den of monsters. Killing monsters will drop crystal stones, crush them and absorb them, and your body will change. Others have evolved fangs and claws, and I have a bunch of tentacles growing on my left hand - ugly and disgusting. Everyone thought I was the ugliest mutant. But my tentacles can penetrate into the monster's body and stir. If others kill one, I will kill ten. While others were still chopping with knives, I directly reached in and pulled out the spar. The more you kill, the stronger you become. The stronger you become, the less human you become. Six limbs have grown from the spine, a second mouth has opened in the chest, and the right half of the body has no human structure. Ugly? I fight one piece at a time. All evolvers regard "ascension" as heaven and try their best to climb up. I watched with my own eyes as I walked towards the sky with a small smile - she thought she was sublimating. She was reaped. To evolve to the highest level is not to become a god, but to be an experimental subject. All evolutionary routes are designed. The stronger you are, the more valuable you are. The more valuable you are, the more damned you are. The whole world is a breeding farm. All evolvers are cattle. Then I don't want to be an animal. Do you design an evolutionary route? I break. Do you harvest the strong? I killed the reaper. Are the seven races of you jointly engaged in breeding? I'll take them apart one by one. My name is Lu Chen. My body is covered with tentacles, carapace, mouth, eyes, and hundreds of residual souls noisy in my head. I'm probably the least human thing in the world. But the one who is least human has penetrated your human-like system.