I added mushrooms for you.

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world.
Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate.
These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power.
Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery.
But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair.
In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed.
Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant—
Striding towards hell.
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March Into Hell

After poking the blood cocoon a few times with a hockey stick and confirming there was no response, Li Qingming approached the bedside table and looked down at the overly conspicuous yellow sticky note.


[The poor elderly, they had been assimilated by the Overlord when we entered.]


[Or rather, they were being digested by the Overlord.]


[If this were a normal Secret Realm Clearing, we would now casually clear away these cocoons to prevent "them" from "hatching" in a few minutes.]


[But this time it's a rescue operation, and perhaps there's still a chance to save the elderly.]


[So, we decided to accelerate the cleaning process and try to find and kill the source, the Overlord, as soon as possible.]


After perusing the note, Li Qingming also glanced at his watch.


It had been an hour and a half since she left this sticky note, and the two elderly had not been completely digested nor had anything hatched.


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