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

Two Corps were engaged in a head-on confrontation, like a silent film.


Collisions, tearing, thick fluid bursting, no shouts, just faint muffled sounds that traveled from afar, resembling distant, deep thunder.


In such a large-scale confrontation, even the Black Legion, intelligent and capable of coordination, lost the ability to directly target the King Insect amid the tidal wave of the Swarm army, and had to entangle and fight together with the Swarm.


They stabbed into the bodies of their enemies, gnawed at each other's heads, hanging and falling into the sea, without fear, without retreat, and even without pain and wailing.


The void had become a vast sandscape of a screen, with no shouting heard, and no side retreating, just countless indistinguishable black spots continuously falling into the water, making it impossible for distant observers to discern the state of the battle.


322 Fly Away