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

"Eventually, someone saved the rabbits and reared the wolf. From then on, the world was beautiful," Grim Demon said sarcastically.

"That's it?" Zhou Wen felt that the story wasn't over.

"Of course not. A wolf is ultimately a wolf, not a dog, but that's not the most terrifying thing. Sometimes, rabbits might not really be rabbits. That's what's most terrifying," Grim Demon said with a sneer.

"It's best if you finish your story." Zhou Wen had roughly noticed something.

"I'm done. You should be able to guess what will happen next," Grim Demon said as he glanced at Demonic Neonate.

"Who's the rabbit?" Zhou Wen had guessed that the Gods were likely the wolf. As for Demonic Neonate, or rather, a race that Demonic Neonate represented, they were hunters. As for the rabbit, Zhou Wen wasn't sure.

"What do you think?" Grim Demon asked.

"Immortals?" Zhou Wen guessed, but he wasn't sure.

White Jade Pillar