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

Honn Shinsakura stared at Mohe and couldn't help but feel his heart turn cold. Although he was determined to fight to the death, he couldn't draw his sword to fight.

If it were an ordinary opponent, even if their strength was far above his, Honn Shinsakura would still have the courage to fight.

However, Mohe was different. Only he could kill others, while others couldn't kill him. Even if Honn Shinsakura could slice through celestial bodies, he couldn't slash at Mohe. Otherwise, he would only injure himself. Honn Shinsakura was instantly thrown into a dilemma.

"Must you do this?" Sei Gasakai walked out of the cabin and stared at Mohe.

When Mohe saw Sei Gasakai, he cracked a smile and looked at him. "I heard that you have the title of Sword Sage overseas. The Niten Flying Immortal-ryū is known as the number one sword art overseas."

"It's just flattery," Sei Gasakai said with a frown.

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