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

"Why? Have you thought it through?" Berserker Immortal stood in the sea of blood sword beams and said to Zhou Wen who was also surrounded by them.

"Yes, I've figured it out." Zhou Wen nodded.

"What have you figured out? Do you want to fight to the bitter end and wait for your family and friends to go to hell together, or do you want to cooperate with me?" Berserker Immortal asked.

"That isn't what I figured, but how to kill you." Zhou Wen gripped the Golden Wyrm Scissors in his hand tightly as all his Essence Energy crazily condensed into it.

"You said something similar previously. It doesn't seem to be effective," Berserker Immortal said indifferently.

"Perhaps the effects will be better now." Zhou Wen didn't mind Berserker Immortal's mockery as he continued injecting his Essence Energy into the Golden Wyrm Scissors.

Berserker Technique