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

Gradually, even Gaiman felt a little regretful. They could neither retreat nor advance. They were trapped by the puppets and didn't even have the chance to follow the threads.

Someone was already injured. Although it didn't look serious, it was a very bad sign.

Some people had no choice but to be ruthless to their companions who were controlled like puppets. If they didn't do so, they would be killed.

However, killing a companion to survive wasn't a pleasurable thing for anyone.

Therefore, they couldn't help but blame it on Zhou Wen. They would occasionally glare at him angrily.

If they could speak, Zhou Wen would probably be drowned by their saliva.

However, Zhou Wen didn't care about their expressions. He had been using Truth Listener to monitor the commotion nearby, hoping to discover the puppeteer as soon as possible.

Carrying Her Out