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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

He has always been right, always perfect, he always considered everything, and he always made the most ultimate response.


There can no longer be any doubt about his words in one's mind; his plan will certainly succeed, the conclusion will undoubtedly be victory.


He stands there like a god that is worshipped, granting everyone the power of unwavering faith.


No one can guide him anymore, no one can grant him strength anymore.


He can only believe alone, silently pondering.


There will never be a voice that jumps out and says to him: "You are right, do it this way!"


No one tells him anything; all of this is just his own step by step emergence, his strength and perfection let him succeed time and time again, be right time and time again, thus people firmly believe in him, follow him.


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