I transmigrated into a white blood cell and took over the immune system from the start. Now I’m on a rampage!
White blood cells have short lives. If I want to keep living, I can only ask everyone to donate a little blood. After all, donating blood is a noble act of boundless love, so don’t feel you’re being put upon.
I’m the mighty Ancestor of Blood Refining, and you expect me to talk about morality? Who cares about that when there are benefits to be had!
Jokes aside, the Ancestor passed down the Blood Refining Art in the hope that all you blood refiners would join him in forging a path to immortality. It absolutely wasn’t to drain you all dry. Such slander makes the Ancestor very angry, and the consequences will be dire!
