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

"Our Sand Sea race has a total of six Apocalypses—four Elders, the patriarch, and the Sand Sea's Bravest…" Demon Shark said as it did the calculations.

Six Apocalypses… Is this fellow bullshiting me? Zhou Wen frowned as he stared at Demon Shark, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like such a shrewd creature.

"Are there so many Apocalypses in the Sand Sea race?" No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of such a possibility.

Apocalypses weren't run-of-the-mill powerhouses. Even a large race like the Immortals felt the tremendous loss if one Apocalypse died. It was impossible for the nameless Sand Sea race to have six Apocalypses.

"Your Excellency, you might not know this, but strictly speaking, our Sand Sea race can't be considered a race…" Demon Shark explained in a daze.

Through the Demon Shark's explanation, Zhou Wen learned what the Sand Sea race was.

Heavenly Happiness God