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

In the Secret Realm, Lin Huan and her Corps were still immersed in the construction of the battleship, as if building a new nest after a battle, completely ignoring the strange crowd applauding and congratulating on the bridge.


Surrounded by them, Li Qingming actually took a deep breath with great satisfaction, smiling and looking up toward the entrance of the Secret Realm.


"Thank you, I understand now, it feels good."


The odd crowd then revealed a relieved smile, exchanging looks that emanated a sense of relaxed liberation, as if they had accomplished some great feat.


"Truly the one personally chosen by the Overlord!"


"After so many failures, we finally see a reversal, the birth of the perfect form of the chosen craftsman."


"Set off then, rewrite those scripts, what are you waiting for?"


Amidst the emotions, Liu Mo, who stood at the forefront, always maintained restraint, as if he was still that stoic Organizational Vanguard.


326, Fly once more.