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

"Ha." Jian Fei smiled as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "It just so happens I ran into a peer whose secrecy level is no lower than mine. Couldn't help but blab a bit, don't mind me."


"Craftsman guidance will make up for it later."


"You really don't lose out." Jian Fei shook his head, stood up, and grabbed the orange juice delivered by a robot. After gulping it down, he returned to his usual self, "You've seen the situation, and I've given my suggestions. Are you sure you want to continue?"


"Even more certain now," Li Qingming revealed an incredibly profound smile.


Flesh and suffering—who wouldn't want a silicon brain?


To take a step back, even if there's still sentimental attachment.


The core of that silicon brain, beating, is Jingzhe's heart.


That heart is craving a deeper existence.


The more others fear the path ahead, the more he craves to advance fearlessly.


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