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

"So, anyone who leaves the room without authorization will be regarded as a dangerous person, and we will kill them and dump them into the sea as soon as possible.


"Second, do not use the tap water in the room, no matter how thirsty, endure it, and do not shower, don't open any water tap.


"Judging from the current pace of the Secret Realm, it won't last more than 6 hours, and no one will have a health crisis due to lack of water, so please take care of yourself and be responsible for your own life.


"Third, if you're scared, find something engaging to do, read a book, play cards, roll in bed, or wear a blindfold and earplugs to sleep; it's up to you. You have only one task, do not panic, do not mutate, do not blow it up.


Marching Towards Victory on March 11