If Your Ability Is Too Weak, Then Evolve into a God

Professional sparring partner, walking sandbag. My client is the city's number one Bai Fumei school beauty, aloof CEO, and Cinderella with a promising future. My daily job is to be pressed to the ground and rubbed by them. I could have relied on face and resistance to beatings, but I can keep evolving. Evolution is evolution, but why do so many secrets always emerge on the way to evolution? Wait, isn't the end point of this evolution really a god? Stop it! I just want to hug my thighs quietly and be a damn rich man!