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

"My good grandson, I can't last another half an hour. I'm afraid I won't be able to last that long. I'll give you another ten minutes. You have to take the item away no matter what." With that said, Jing Daoxian closed the door again.

"Do you think this is buying vegetables off the streets? You can't take it away as you wish. Is this something I can control?" Liu Yun was somewhat depressed, but there was no other way.

Laojun Platform kept shaking as the explosions outside approached. He also knew that Jing Daoxian wouldn't be able to last long.

Gritting his teeth, Liu Yun poured out the pills in the bottle. There were a total of eight pills. Jing Daoxian had instructed him to feed one every ten minutes, but now, he couldn't care less. He fed one every minute.

Although he knew that such actions might not be of any use and that his previous efforts would be in vain, he had no other choice now. He could only make a Hail Mary effort.

It's Too Late