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 man glanced helplessly and regretfully towards the crowd of dissenters on the periphery: "We don't want to cause trouble for anyone, nor do we want to make too much noise, and we certainly don't expect to empathize with anyone. We just gather together each year to warm each other. But looking at the current situation, this has become a dangerous affair. The process that was supposed to heal wounds is now leading to repeated attacks on the wounds, not to mention the agency having to deploy so many people. We've already discussed it, next year we won't organize an offline group commemoration, we'll scatter and hold it in some privatized scenarios instead."


"Is that so..." Zhou Cheng wanted to object, but seeing the crowd ready to erupt, he could not say much and just patted the man's shoulder, "Remember to call me."


"Definitely." The man nodded heavily and then glanced at his watch pointing towards the stage, "Wait for your opening commemorative speech."


334 has always been like this_2