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

"Are you sure you want to see my sword art?" Zhou Wen looked at the girl and asked helplessly.

"Of course, how can I go back on my word? If you want to bet, let's bet to the end." The more Zhou Wen was unwilling to force the girl into a corner, the more pumped she became. She only believed that she had grasped Zhou Wen's weakness.

"Alright, I hope you won't regret it." Zhou Wen couldn't compromise any further, nor did he wish to.

"I definitely won't regret it," the girl said firmly.

Zhou Wen didn't waste any time. With a wave of his hand, an ordinary sword appeared in his hand.

"What can I do to make you think that my sword art is good enough?" Zhou Wen asked the girl.

"No, it's not about being good enough. It has to be the same sword art as hers, and it has to be better than hers." The girl corrected him and continued, "How about this? If you use all your strength to attack me, I can naturally tell if your sword art is better than hers."

The Elegance of That Strike