Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim

1 drop of blood = 1-Up
Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.
Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.
Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.
Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I'll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.
I really need a blood transfusion.

Let Me Game in Peace

CKtalon

"Is there a difference in strength between the guardians?" Zhou Wen felt that the six-winged seraphim was slightly weaker than the one he had seen in the Ant Nest.

"Different species naturally have differences in strength. Why? Are you interested in guardians? As long as you beg me, I can help you contract a powerful guardian," The Thearch replied.

"I appreciate your kindness." Zhou Wen thought of John's fate and didn't dare get The Thearch to help him.

Is it really impossible for humans to break through to the Mythical stage by themselves? Zhou Wen didn't believe The Thearch's words, but he had never heard of anyone advancing to the Mythical stage.

Fighting the Golden Trident Again