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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

"Therefore, to annihilate the redundant, fictional, split 'me' is the only plan for 'me' to survive."


"Alright, I know this answer is neither precise nor thorough, but I'm in a hurry, so please die quickly."


"This is... a very good answer..." the head groaned, "But... I am 'me' too, I also want to survive... I too have the right to fight for all this, right..."


"Then... I'm sorry, 'me'." The head looked at Li Qingming with tears shimmering in its eyes, "I have split, split, one has become two... falling deeper, walking... farther away!"


As she spoke, a thick black fog rolled out, enveloping both the head and the body.


From the shape of the black fog, the body was sprouting new heads, and the head was extending new bodies.


Li Qingming's eyes bulged, and he swung his staff again toward the seemingly more fragile latter.


But the black fog was truly like mist, being directly smashed into two separate pieces, and then regrowing anew.


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