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

"As audience members," X began, "in the upcoming process, I hope you can distinguish between performance and substance."


"I can already imagine, once this rule is revealed, the Vanguards will spare no effort to gain support. Certainly, some will choose to become flamboyant idols or duplicitous politicians, performing, lobbying, and delivering emotional speeches before you."


"Though this might be demanding, I still hope every member of the audience remains autonomous, constantly remembering that this is a Secret Realm. Our goal is to complete the Clearing, satisfy or eliminate the Overlord, rather than be swept away by values, standpoints, or emotions."


"Alright, half the time has passed. I will now share the intelligence I've gathered to prevent other Vanguards from wasting time."


X spoke, walking up to a tightly shut hatch, pointing at the sign that read [Passengers, Keep Out]:


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