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.
[Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

March Into Hell

The small private jet, after a brief security check, cut directly in line to enter the runway and took off smoothly.


Inside the cabin, Boss D sat alone in the front row, not in a hurry to discuss the mission, but was fiddling with the tablet in his hand and arranging for eating and drinking through the microphone.


"Estimated flight time is 1 hour and 40 minutes.


"The crew has prepared an excess of meals. For the first 40 minutes, please eat as much as you can. Rest for 10 minutes after you're full, and then we'll discuss matters related to the Secret Realm."


After speaking, he continued to focus on his current task, apparently analyzing a substantial amount of data to determine the cleanup plan for the Secret Realm.


Meanwhile, two flight attendants pushed the cart into the cabin, delivering plates of simple meals to everyone's table.


217 you come here for three purposes