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

"We are already so familiar with each other. Young Master Wen, just admit it honestly. My lips are sealed," An Sheng said with a wink.

"What do I admit?" Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself, Could it be that An Sheng has discovered the secret of the phone?

"You're actually a reincarnator, right?" An Sheng whispered.

"What's a reincarnator? Is it some level? Or a Guardian?" Zhou Wen asked in a daze.

"Stop pretending. A reincarnator is someone who has lived once and returned to the past. Young Master Wen, you are a reincarnator, right? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," An Sheng said.

Zhou Wen finally understood what An Sheng meant. He said, at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Have you watched too much television recently? Have you been brainwashed by television?"

An Sheng smiled and said, "Young Master Wen, if you weren't a reincarnator, how could you do so many things that seem prescient?"

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