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.
[Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

March Into Hell

The plane landed, and Li Qingming had just fixed the last fragment onto the watch face, contentedly letting out a sigh of relief.


Over three hours of mechanical repairs emptied his mind of many things, and the sense of accomplishment he felt now was comparable to conquering a tricky Secret Realm—perhaps this is what a craftsman's life is all about.


"Right on time, the machinery is more reliable than we thought; over three hours and not a second off." Li Qingming carefully brought out his pocket watch, showing it to Lin Huan beside him.


"Huff... huff..." Lin Huan had curled up under a blanket and was sleeping like a log.


Li Qingming had no choice but to put away the pocket watch, stuffing it into his left pocket as always.


The cabin door opened, the indicator lights came on, and the captain's voice came through the speakers,


"We have reached our destination, you may disembark now."


"Let her sleep a bit longer." Li Qingming said into the intercom.


331 Freedom