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

This dimensional zone had appeared for a long time. By the time Ming Xiu started plucking the golden apple, there were only five golden fruits left on the tree. Ming Xiu, Feng Qiuyan, Qin Zhen, and Zhong Ziya had plucked four of them, leaving the last golden fruit.

Upon seeing another human attempt the level, everyone felt very pleased. Regardless of whether this was from Zhous or not, it was fine as long as it was plucked by a human. At the very least, the remaining five golden apples had been all taken by humans, wiping away the shame from before.

"Who is this person? Why are the ones making an attempt today all unfamiliar faces!"

"I don't think I've seen this one before. It's another young expert. From the looks of it, there are really all kinds of hidden young talents on Earth."

"I wonder if it's from the Zhous again."

"I have a feeling that this guy should also be from the Zhous."

"Another unfamiliar face. It has to be from the Zhous."

All Plucked