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

"Next, close your eyes and imagine you're something like a transformer," Jian Fei said, emphasizing again, "Remember, only a very small amount of energy, equivalent to about 1 gram. This is a dangerous process. A craftsman's Inspiration will be greatly depleted upon the first attempt. The moment you feel you're losing control, it means your Inspiration is running out. You must immediately inject the energy back in, or else Rationality will be eroded. Understand? Start when you're ready. I'll decide whether to stop or continue based on your condition."


Actually, there was no need for Jian Fei to say it—Li Qingming had naturally been doing just that after getting into position, as effortless as eating and drinking—a craftsman's instinct.


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