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March Into Hell

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.]

I added mushrooms for you. · Urban
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516 Chs

173 Moonlight Cloak

In the tent, 10 minutes had passed, and no consensus was in sight for the team name.

Instead of narrowing down, the naming debate had expanded to all sorts of over-the-knee socks. The "Ultimate Killers" seemed okay with being called "Final Killers," the "Secret Realm Cooking Squad" was willing to shorten it to "Secret Realm Meal," and the "Dark Death God" insisted on staying eternally dark and deathly.

Meanwhile, Aiko kept glancing at her watch. If not for the ongoing cleanup at the site, they probably would have been kicked out already.

Forming a team was indeed a magical affair. Although friends and companions might form emotional bonds easily, they could still find themselves in a drawn-out dispute over a name, which could even lead to a group's dissolution.