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

"And your tragedy is that you are merely a product," 


"A product for people to admire, entertain, and passionately love with their lives."


"Therefore, you have to be constantly on edge, worried about saying the wrong thing, sporting the wrong expression, offending every sensitive point of every sensitive group." 


"This is much scarier than the Secret Realm. I'm surprised a person could endure this for so many years without breaking down." 


"I don't mind you beating me to win some championship." 


"After all, I never needed a program to prove myself." 


"It's this program that needs me, to validate itself." 


"And your fans are destroying this very thing, undermining the significance of 'Vanguard', turning 'champion' into the biggest joke of the night." 


"You understand this better than I do, but you must persist in being the best, knowingly undeserving yet still proudly lifting the championship trophy. You must defend your fans; you are forced to smile and cheer." 


285 Have I become an idiot? _2