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 didn't pay special attention to the so-called representatives. Earth was already close to a full-scale breakout. There wasn't much time left for him, so he didn't have the time to pay attention to such trivial matters.

In an ancient building in Ancient Sovereign City, Zhou Wen held the mysterious phone as his eyes widened. His eyes were about to pop out as beads of sweat constantly seeped out of his forehead and dripped down his cheeks.

Demonic Neonate, Banana Fairy, and the other Companion Beasts looked at Zhou Wen curiously as though they were watching a rare animal.

It wasn't their fault for being curious. Zhou Wen had maintained this pose for seventeen to eighteen hours. Apart from his fingers occasionally moving, he was like a wooden statue.

In-game, Zhou Wen controlled the blood-colored avatar to enter Small Buddha Temple's game dungeon again. In the past ten hours, he had repeated this action countless times.

A New Era