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

Li Qingming rose to his feet as usual, hands in pockets and chest slightly puffed out, walking onto the stage at his own pace.


Around him, the opponents immediately became excited, relentlessly chanting slogans.


"Control! Li Qingming!! Control! Li Qingming!!"


These shouts soon drowned out everything else. As the site of a commemorative event, the sound system was not as complete as that of a concert, making it nearly impossible for Li Qingming to be heard amidst the deafening noise.


It seemed that they never intended to let Li Qingming speak—their goal was to drive him away out of frustration.


Zhou Cheng quickly got up and made eye signals to Li Qingming, suggesting that he retreat and let Zhou Cheng take over the speech instead.


Li Qingming paused for a moment and then actually jumped straight down from the stage, hands still in his pockets as he walked away.


Cheers immediately erupted from the periphery.


335 Long-awaited reciprocation_3