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

As the team drained the last half bag of water each, the day finally neared its end,


and everyone prepared to leave, shouldering their packs and ready to depart any moment.


The member beside them opened the cover on the east side, and all silently gazed towards the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise.


With eyes full of anticipation, they resembled a group of ancient Mayan stargazers.


It seemed as though the sky god accommodated their prediction, softening and darkening... further darkening...


A night without moon or stars, a deep, complete darkness descended in full.


At this moment, the atmosphere within the tent chilled to freezing as the darkness set in.


But nobody spoke; all still silently watched the pitch black to the east.


As if monitoring the EKG of a dying person, hoping for a miraculous comeback, a renewed pulse.


225 Don't disturb the private games between adults