After transmigrating to a world of lords, everyone else competes over awakening, bloodlines, and resources. He has just one word: devour.
The one and only Supreme Sequence: Chaos Descends.
The Chaos Broodmother can devour anything and evolve:
Sequence quality? Devour it, and Common rank rises straight to Spirit rank.
Building rank? Devour it, and a C-rank becomes B-rank.
The core of a world? Devour it, and its area instantly expands a thousandfold!
Others painstakingly cultivate for a hundred years, save faith points, wait for their followers to grow, and beg everyone under the sun to buy buildings.
He only needs to toss things into the Broodmother.
They come out at the next level.
Resources grow explosively, follower numbers soar exponentially,
his world changes by the day, and his combat power doubles every day.
Raise dragons? Hatch an egg and get an Emperor-rank dragon.
Build an army? Reproduction speed goes straight to the max.
Fight a war? After defeating the enemy, devour their Sequence and buildings, too.
The more he fights, the stronger he gets. The more he devours, the more invincible he becomes.
No bottlenecks, no buildup period.
Every act of devouring brings a qualitative leap,
and every evolution means a crushing victory.
The War Academy is full of geniuses?
He devours them and surpasses them.
The alien battlefield is fraught with danger?
He kills and grows stronger.
Schemes, family rivalries, and power struggles?
In the face of absolute strength, they are all just nourishment.
From being ignored by everyone to making countless worlds tremble,
he was never walking the path of cultivation.
He was walking the path of devouring.
No need for grueling cultivation, no need for fortuitous encounters.
As long as the Chaos Broodmother exists, he is a walking rules exploit.
