Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

【Ding! 】

Yang Zhenzhen's favorability +5!

[Current favorability: 12!]

An Lan's face lit up with joy as she heard the notification sound of the [Goddess Conquest System].

The reason he dared to boldly tuck Yang Zhenzhen's hair away was because the system provided information about her fetishes.

Yang Zhenzhen's quirk is "obsessive-compulsive disorder"!

So... the strands of hair sticking out from under the hat are definitely not what she wants!

really!

This action significantly increased the other party's favorability towards him.

only...

Even if the favorability rating increases, the necessary [instance] plot points still need to continue!

"Kneel down!!!"

A cold voice came from above, and An Lan was stunned. She immediately knelt on one knee, her gaze fixed on the other person's round, snow-white hair.

Even kneeling halfway is still kneeling!

As long as you kneel down, it doesn't count as disobeying the other party's request.

"You yourself... I doubt you can even write the word 'repentance' clearly?"

A disdainful voice came from behind her. An Lan looked at the other person's cold gaze and slightly reddened ears, lost in thought.

other side...

Is he giving himself a hint?

Because of a higher favorability rating than others?

Yang Zhenzhen wants to save herself?

"Own"?

The "self" emphasized by the other party definitely does not refer to the original body's memories before entering the [duplicate world]. Referring to the blonde woman's confession, we can infer that the confession likely refers to certain erased memories that may exist within the original body in the [duplicate] world…

She was misled!

I was misled by the message from the "Dungeon" at the beginning, thinking it was a problem I had before I transmigrated and that I needed to repent for!

An Lan is unfamiliar with her current self, but she is all too familiar with her nine-to-five office life before transmigrating into the [dungeon]!

He's just a simple cow or horse, what is there for him to repent for?

That version of myself in the [dungeon]...

Can't you even write the word "repentance" properly?

An Lan tried to write the two words "repentance" in her mind, but her mind went completely blank, as if she had never learned these two words before!

"etc!"

"I definitely knew how to write these two characters before, but I don't now! Does that mean that the me in this instance has had some of my memories erased? Or... that I never learned these two characters at all?"

All the mental patients are relatively young... Yang Zhenzhen emphasized again that I simply don't know how to write those two words..."

"Could it be... that what you see is what you get...?"

As An Lan crouched down and looked at Yang Zhenzhen, she felt a strange emptiness in her mind.

This feeling doesn't feel like amnesia or something you're born with; it's more like your cognition has been forcibly distorted.

He remained silent for a long time, his eyes serious: "I...I repent...I didn't study hard enough, I can't even recognize all the characters, I'm illiterate, I'm sorry everyone..."

"I...I shouldn't have been so playful...I don't know how to be grateful..."

"..."

An Lan tried to make his confession cover a wide range of topics. He didn't know why his body's memory was acting up, so he could only gamble on whether the variety of topics he mentioned would cover the content of his confession.

Fortunately...

Yang Zhenzhen's affection for you increases by 3!

[Current favorability level: 15!]

The first thing An Lan heard was the system's notification, and her expression immediately relaxed!

"Da da da~"

The sound of high heels clicking away rang out. Yang Zhenzhen, her face still cold, looked at An Lan with a chilling disdain: "You...have a good attitude. Get up!"

"call--"

With a sigh of relief, An Lan slowly stood up and retreated back into the crowd.

The others, witnessing this scene, immediately had strange expressions on their faces.

"He...he's actually alright?"

"How is this possible?"

"Did he guess the content of the confession?"

"This guy's luck is incredible, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse?"

"Does interacting with the female ghost really work?"

Several puzzled voices rose from the "dungeon participants." Fu Jie's face was grim, and his eyes flashed with an unusual light as he looked thoughtfully at An Lan's [talent].

"..."

"Next!"

Yang Zhenzhen's trial is still ongoing.

The atmosphere at the scene did not ease much despite An Lan's safety.

When Yang Zhenzhen's cold and aloof gaze swept across the faces of the remaining "dungeon participants," the remaining six people subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her face.

Among the group, only one man dared to steal a few glances at Yang Zhenzhen.

Seeing that nothing unusual had happened, he simply raised his head and boldly met Yang Zhenzhen's gaze.

"Hey! Park Guk-chang! Are you crazy?!"

"How dare you look directly at that eerie thing?!"

"you..."

Beside him was a short, bearded man who appeared to be from Japan.

Unlike An Lan's ward, Park Guk-chang's ward contained five international students studying in China who had been selected to participate in this "dungeon".

The most experienced blonde girl is dead, and the rest of the group has long lost their leader and are in complete chaos.

But once Park Guk-chang confirmed that there was nothing wrong with eye contact, the confidence in his eyes grew increasingly blatant, and he even smirked triumphantly: "I understand..."

"what?"

"What do you know?"

"Little Village Husband, I guessed it! These women are actually interactive! Just like those Western-worshipping female college students, as long as you show a little charm, you can win their favor!"

"Wasn't that the Chinese guy just now? He clearly got the head nurse's favor!"

"I, Park Guk-chang, participated in Idol Producer. I'm more handsome and have more charisma than him..."

"They...couldn't bear to kill me!"

Like a proud canary, Park Guk-chang straightened his hospital gown, his previously humble, bent back instantly straightening!

"Is...is that really true?"

Xiaocun Xiufu still didn't dare to raise his head.

Just then!

Seemingly annoyed by Park Guk-chang's gaze, Yang Zhenzhen's face darkened, and she immediately pointed her finger at Park Guk-chang!

"You're next!"

"Come here and begin your [confession]!"

"good--"

Full of confidence, he was about to walk towards Yang Zhenzhen, but Park Guochang had only taken two steps when a [ghost nurse] suddenly appeared in front of him, her face covered with bandages and wriggling maggots, right in front of his headband.

"call--"

"call--"

A foul stench wafted from the other person's bandages, causing Park Guk-chang to pause in his steps, watching in surprise as the "ghost nurse" approached.

"Why?"

"That's not how the script was written!"

"Shouldn't the head nurse be conducting the interrogation herself?"

"【repent】!!!"

A cold voice came from inside the bandages. After a slightly strange expression, Park Guk-chang did not hesitate for a moment. He confidently followed An Lan's actions and lifted the nurse's cap of the "Strange Nurse" with one hand.

"Clatter—"

Unexpected!

Unlike Yang Zhenzhen, the "Strange Nurse" had a red brain wrapped in bandages under her nurse's cap!

The moment the nurse's cap was lifted, Park Guk-chang froze!

He stared at the throbbing brain, frantically stuffing the messy bandages back onto the head of the "Strange Nurse," and quickly pulling the nurse's cap back on.

Behind the headband, a fleeting look of panic crossed the eyes, replaced by deep affection: "Baby—Sarahyo—"

With his eyes fixed on the bandaged face, Park Guk-chang was certain: even if he couldn't win over Yang Zhenzhen, he could certainly handle this lower-ranking "ghost nurse."

Just kidding, when it comes to 'romance literature,' South Korea is far ahead!

I'm handsome and have a great presence!

What Anlan can do, I can certainly do too!

Suppressing his nausea, Park Guk-chang, seeing that the "strange nurse" didn't react, grew bolder and cupped her bandaged, blood-soaked cheeks in his hands: "Baby..."

"Falling for me..."

"Pfft—"

however!

Before he could finish his narcissistic words, the seemingly motionless "ghost nurse" suddenly pierced his abdomen with her hands, which were as sharp as daggers, leaving two dark holes!

"【repent】!"

"I'm telling you to 'repent'! What are you doing?!"

As the cold voice rang out, the "ghost nurse" pulled out her hands. Park Guk-chang felt a heat in his lower abdomen and collapsed weakly to the ground.

Blood gushed out onto the floor. He stared in disbelief at his empty stomach, then looked up in astonishment at the [Strange Nurse]: "Why...why..."

"Why...why can he..."

"I...I just can't..."