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

Their gazes met in the air as though sparks were flying.

"Young Master Wen, you're back." An Sheng came in at the right time, interrupting Tsukuyomi and Ya'er's staring showdown.

"Ah Sheng." Zhou Wen was overjoyed. On the one hand, it was a long-awaited reunion, but on the other hand, he was grateful for An Sheng's timely arrival. If they were to really fight, Zhou Wen was afraid that Luoyang would be reduced to ruins.

He got An Sheng to sit down and have a chat, but Zhou Wen didn't ask about the fake Zhou Wen. An Sheng didn't say anything about him either. All he did was talk about his family.

At night, just before Zhou Wen went to sleep, he found a bookshelf in his room. Zhou Wen pulled out a book to take a look. It recorded a lot of information that Zhou Wen wanted to know. An Sheng had secretly sent him a message about the book.

After some reading, Zhou Wen roughly knew why the An family had a fake Zhou Wen.

Battling the Planet Devourer Again