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

In the breath-stilling shock of the arena, X and Lin Huan glanced at their watches simultaneously.


Afterward, they shifted their gaze to the nearest three-headed dog and stepped forward in unison.


At this moment, Li Qingming was becoming increasingly masterful in his control.


His vision returned, his hearing returned, the rhythm of his breath returned, and the inspiration for battle also returned, which even made him feel bewildered, believing this was truly himself.


It was somewhat incomprehensible. Even though he clearly stopped considering Lin Huan, it seemed his body had already merged into the rhythmic movements, like the harmony in string music. Once finding the beat and joining the ensemble, the interwoven unity of beauty would naturally lead his body forward, perhaps this tune had already been written into the primal life.


But the path of life is never smooth, just as a musical piece always has notes of ascension.


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