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

"Not as dumb as he looks," Li Qingming said with a self-satisfied smile:


"After all, this is a variety show, and the contestants are here for one thing—"


"Popularity is the only thing they can gain, what determines their fate and future, and the only thing that can pose an effective deterrence."


"Unfortunately, popularity data is public, easily seen through program voting and internet trends, making it hard for me to make a move."


"That's why I created a set of data, let's call it 'dark popularity.'"


"The results of dark popularity are secret to everyone but me, and it's precisely what I use as the basis for my actions against the most disliked contestant."


"Of course, I wouldn't confront the target directly, but rather use probing, hinting, luring, teasing, watching their wills erode bit by bit."


"They'll live in fear of me, watch me, speculate about me, and try everything to hide their true selves, afraid of being exposed. Do you know the nature of this?—"


I set the rules, they struggle_2