Let Me Game in Peace

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.

Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim · Urban

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1905 Chs

Unhappy About It? Put Up With It

Translator: CKtalon

"Definitely." Buddha nodded slightly and looked at Wang Mingyuan.

The news of Perfect Sword Immortal's downfall on Earth had spread to the higher-ups of the dimension. Although not many people knew the exact situation, most of the higher-ups knew that Perfect Sword Immortal had been tricked by Jiang Yan.

Buddha didn't find it strange that someone from the Sword Immortal lineage came to settle scores with Wang Mingyuan. However, Wang Mingyuan was now considered the leader of the Octokind. It was still acceptable for him to self-reflect for three years. If he really killed Wang Mingyuan, not only would the reputation of the Octokind be ruined, but even the Exalted whom the Octokind relied on would have their reputation marred.

This matter was done by Wang Mingyuan's disciple. It was the best outcome to have Wang Mingyuan answer to the Sword Immortal lineage.

Seeing Buddha look at him, Wang Mingyuan naturally knew what he meant.

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