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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.]

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Teacher 187! I've been waiting for you!

13:30:52.

Dongfang International Airport in Xinhaishi, waiting area, Slurp Ramen Shop.

"Slurp."

Shiyu tipped back her head, gulped down the last big mouthful of soup, and then clanged her bowl down on the table.

"Another bowl!"

The server furrowed his brow and side-eyed her but nodded in agreement anyway.

Shiyu grinned contentedly, rubbing her belly as she said to Daylight across from her, "Ramen really was the right choice, Chief!"

Daylight, however, seemed as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Shiyu then noticed that, at some point, Daylight had put on a clunky "vision screen" headset that looked like an oversized pair of cyber-swimming goggles. It made him look like a futuristic cop, fully obscuring his eyes.

But in that era, such an outfit wasn't exactly social suicide. Looking around, there were several other individuals wearing similar devices, immersed in their own little worlds, who knows what crazy stuff they were watching.