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

BUG descended, and there was no hope of breaking the situation.


Li Qingming inside the train compartment, like a wounded crow, kept sweeping through, searching for traces of Lin Huan, dodging the assault of three fictional personalities.


But there was nothing, nothing at all: only his own shadow on the dark windows, nothing superfluous inside the compartment. The door couldn't be burst open, the roof couldn't be broken through.


No hints, no rules—she just split like that, relentlessly chasing after me.


Although the strength of these splits wasn't all that high, registering around 60, being trapped here and pursued to death by three such entities, even Li Qingming began to struggle progressively, several times nearly falling into dire straits, tempted to just slam his way out with the bat. But in the end, he still clenched his teeth and tried to force his way out, accepting injury as the price.


282 Detonate that one-thousandth!