[Thanks to the sacrifices of your former colleagues, you successfully refined your bloodline, transforming into a pure-blooded ancient race member.]
[Its height has increased to 2.5 meters, its skin is blackish-red with a steel-like texture, its claws are sharp as blades, and its forehead is bulging high with two sections of keratin...]
You are no longer human.
[You have begun hunting humans; you are about to enter the "Spirits" stage of the ancient race's transcendent system.]
[This is completely different from before. Before, you had no restraint; once your aptitude was maxed out, the rest was just for fun, killing and having fun at the same time, with immediate results.]
Now, more time needs to be spent refining the essence, blood, bones, and flesh of living beings. After each battle, some time is needed to digest the essence.
In the 328th year of the Daqing era, another racial war broke out, on one side the entire world, and on the other, your ancient race.
【You don't know the ancient tribe's transformation ritual, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to transform those fellow tribesmen who would compete with you for snacks.】
You just keep killing and getting stronger.
[You've never hidden your whereabouts, and young heroes often recklessly jump in front of you, daring to attack you head-on.]
"You demon, what do you think of life?!"
"Those who dare to stab me in the face shall be torn to pieces!" You will tear them apart.
[Some elderly people also angrily pointed out the criticism.]
"You were once human, weren't you? Have you forgotten the conscience and morality you had when you were human?!"
"Conscience and morality? They were lost decades ago!" You punched him right through the chest.
Fragments of internal organs and white, broken bones gushed from a large hole in the old man's back.
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