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

"Young Master Wen, are you still busy? The food has been prepared. Overseer is here to take Miss Ya'er back. Why don't you let Miss Ya'er return for dinner?" An Sheng arrived outside the training room and pressed the video doorbell.

Before Zhou Wen could finish writing, he got Ya'er to open the door for An Sheng and company.

Ya'er opened the door and An Tianzuo and company looked inside. Indeed, they saw Qin Zhen standing there.

However, what puzzled An Tianzuo and company was that Qin Zhen and Zhou Wen weren't sparring. It didn't even look like they had sparred. Instead, Zhou Wen was standing in front of a table, writing. Qin Zhen was watching from the side, completely engrossed.

Does this punk know calligraphy? An Tianzuo was puzzled.

Writing beautiful words wasn't difficult for humans at their level and their level of evolution.

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