A Sinister Organ Grows Every Week, but I’m Really Not a Monster

During a martial arts assessment, Lin Ye was flattened by a single punch from a classmate.

The teacher hurried to call the school doctor, but Lin Ye simply pushed his chest back into shape. "It really doesn't hurt. My uniform just ripped."

No one knew that at midnight last Monday, he'd obtained the Forbidden Atlas of Myriad Worlds. From then on, every Monday his body gained a new forbidden trait from another dimension, stacking permanently.

Week one: the skin of a gluttonous doll. He was immune to blunt-force damage and could recover even after being flattened into a sheet.

Week two: tentacles of an abyssal sea god. When the black mist spread, the divine body praised by the priests instead began begging for its life.

And after that, there were Ryomen Sukuna's four arms and stomach-mouth, the light wings of the world-ending Zetton...

While his classmates were still fighting tooth and nail for a spot in the martial arts exam, Lin Ye had already been begged on their knees by the Abyss Cult to take the divine throne.

But the sacrifices they'd prepared were, of all people, his classmates.

Lin Ye tightened his tentacles and sent them out of the exam hall one by one.

"You've got the wrong guy. I'm Lin Ye, and I'm here to take the exam."