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 immediately used spatial teleportation to leave the dungeon, but it didn't work this time. The blood-colored avatar failed to teleport out.

In the next second, the blood-colored avatar's head exploded before the gunshot rang. The game screen went black again.

In that case, it means that any creature that enters by normal means can only fight to the death. They won't have a chance to come out until the end.

Zhou Wen frowned in thought. If that's the case, I can't get my allies to enter. I can only wait for others to enter and pick up the spoils after them.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen's eyes lit up. That's right. I can definitely enter to pick up the spoils. After all, those fellows won't survive after entering and won't be able to take anything out. It would be a waste if I don't take the spoils.

With this in mind, Zhou Wen looked forward to someone quickly entering the Venusian dimensional zone.

Son of Heaven's Three Swords