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

Zhou Wen couldn't help but sit down and become one of them. He began reciting with them.

Zhou Wen recited in a rhythmic manner as though he was very familiar with it, but he had no idea what he was reciting.

Thankfully, the mysterious power of Teacher Square wasn't harmful. All he did was sit there and read. There was no further development. Zhou Wen wasn't in a rush to escape the mysterious power's control. He wanted to figure out what the mysterious power was up to.

There were more than a hundred people sitting on the huge Teacher Square. They looked like people who cultivated. Zhou Wen felt that it wasn't a coincidence that they were here.

Why isn't there any mention of such a strange power on Mount Confucius? Zhou Wen recited whilst studying the content he was reciting.

The content was very esoteric. The language and words were very different from what modern people were used to. It was clearly an ancient article.

Injured