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

"call--"

Seeing the Russian student's successful "confession," Fu Jie, Yan Bing, and Xiaocun Xiufu all breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, there's a way to "repent" without relying on "talent"!

"Next!"

"you!"

Yang Zhenzhen pointed again, and this time Fu Jie was chosen.

He took a few deep breaths, then, mimicking the steps of the Russian students, knelt down—confessing that he was useless, illiterate, and hadn't studied hard—his face contorted with grief...

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

In the end, he passed through the "repentance" and came safely to Yuwen Ji's side.

"Next..."

"Next..."

Having learned from past mistakes, Yan Bing and Xiaocun Xiufu eventually succeeded in "repenting".

Although everyone was still completely confused and couldn't understand what the "repentance" was about, once the "repentance" ended, the original team of nine people instantly dwindled to six.

The [S-rank dungeon] has already claimed the lives of four [participants] at the very beginning.

"Morning meeting adjourned!"

"Breakfast time is starting now. Please proceed to the cafeteria in an orderly manner!"

"Please dine quietly!"

Before the group could even catch their breath, the cold voice rang out again!

"Da da da—"

As Yang Zhenzhen swayed her bodycon skirt and led the way in one direction, the remaining terrified 'mental patients' immediately followed obediently behind the [strange nurse], all heading in the same direction...

"Feed..."

"Are we...?"

Seeing this, Yan Bing immediately turned to Yuwen Ji for support.

The other person didn't rush to leave, but kept glancing at the headbands on the other people's heads.

"-1...-6...-10..."

"really..."

Her long hair flowed freely beneath the headband, and Yuwen Ji teased her.

"Tap tap tap—"

An Lan reacted even faster than him.

An Lan merely glanced at the changes in the headbands worn by the others before following the group towards the cafeteria without saying a word!

"Playing the role of a 'mentally ill patient' well..."

"This is the way to survive in this instance..."

His face was tense.

An Lan had long since figured out how to argue whether the actions of a "mentally ill person" were correct.

Very simple!

Just look at the values ​​for the 'headband'!

If you do anything that doesn't conform to the behavior of a "mentally ill person," the value on your headband will rapidly decrease, and you'll enter a polluted world. The lower the value, the greater the impact of that polluted world on you!

The behavior of "mentally ill patients" in hospitals may not be an absolute reference point, but the "numbers" on the headbands do not lie!

"Tsk..."

"This kid..."

Glancing at An Lan, who had already walked away, Yuwen Ji said in a low voice, "Your reaction was quite quick... However, awakening such a trashy [talent] means you're destined not to go far on this path..."

"..."

......

[Qingshan Mental Hospital, Second Floor Dining Hall]

Compared to the spacious and grand lobby on the first floor, the cafeteria on the second floor, despite occupying a larger area and being one of the core sources of the hospital's internal revenue, is excessively dirty.

The slender incandescent bulb was covered in grease, and the floor was covered in a thick layer of black, solidified grease.

The walls were covered in yellow oil, and every now and then you could see two or three mice jumping across the greasy dining table.

"Everyone! Take your seats!"

"No picky eating! No refusing to eat!"

"Keep the CD moving..."

It was Yang Zhenzhen's cool voice again, coming from behind the cafeteria display window.

"Da da da—"

Immediately following was a series of high-heeled footsteps. The "strange nurses," one by one, carried pre-assembled plates to the "mental patients" at the tables.

Eggplant, chicken drumsticks, watermelon...

From a distance, the hospital food seems to be quite good.

In a corner of the cafeteria, Anlan and her six friends sat around a table.

All six of them looked around at the scenery without prior arrangement.

"Ugh—"

"Ugh—"

Most of the "mentally ill patients" were eating, looking quite pleased, and seemed to be doing well.

Can...

"Tap tap tap—"

Just as several "strange nurses" carrying trays were about to walk towards An Lan's table.

"Wait!"

"I will provide him with food!"

A familiar, cool voice rang out, and Yang Zhenzhen stopped one of the "strange nurses" and strode towards An Lan!

"Damn! Is this guy going to get some special treatment again?!"

"No way?!"

"A connection to the [copy/copy]?!"

Komura Shufu couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

The others at the table looked at An Lan with a mixture of envy and complicated expressions.

Are there really people who play games based on their looks?

but!

That hint of envy vanished the moment Yang Zhenzhen stood before An Lan!

because...

"Pat...pat..."

Yang Zhenzhen wasn't carrying a tray. Instead, she went to An Lan's side and reached her slender, fair hand into her pink nurse's top, taking out three still-wriggling fingers.

"Creep——"

"Wei Wei Wei——"

The three fingers were covered in blood and looked as if they had just been cut off from a person's hand; they were still twitching like nerves.

"Here you go—"

"Here's your breakfast!"

Without waiting for An Lan's reply, Yang Zhenzhen held out three fingers directly to An Lan!

"..."

The smell of blood and the sound of knuckles twisting filled her vision, and An Lan's face turned deathly pale in an instant!

(What...what is she going to do?)

(Is this targeting me?)

(Or perhaps...)

I subconsciously felt like I was being targeted.

An Lan knew very well what the consequences would be if she refused Yang Zhenzhen's orders!

His arm trembled, and he hesitated to raise it to take the three fingers...

"Clang clang clang—"

Meanwhile, the others at the table had already received their normal breakfast from the "Strange Nurse".

Watching this scene, Komura Shuu couldn't help but grin: "Hahaha—hahaha—doesn't this guy like to be close to the supernatural?"

"That's great!"

"Being too close, doesn't it just cause trouble?"

"Do you dare refuse to eat the finger she gives you?"

"You've got yourself burned, haven't you?!"

The unfair treatment he had felt before seemed to be relieved at this moment. Komura Shufu stared intently at An Lan, as if he had already witnessed his death.

"Tsk..."

"So, this is where you end up..."

"Isn't that right?"

Yuwen Ji crossed his arms over his chest, looking as if it was only natural.

At the entire table, not a single person stepped forward to help An Lan. An Lan's face contorted in pain, then Yang Zhenzhen's icy voice rang in her ears: "What?"

"The breakfast I prepared for you...you don't want to eat it?!"

"Clap clap clap—"

Those three slender, still-moving fingers were about to be shoved into An Lan's mouth!

Just as An Lan was hesitating whether to fight back...

"Ugh—"

"Ugh—"

Across the table, the Russian student stuffed a chicken leg into the gap of his headband around his neck, and the value on the headband, which was originally "-5", immediately jumped to "-20"!

but!

In an instant, the value of "-20" was cleared and returned to "0"!

The sudden shift in the situation made the Russian student clearly sense something; he stopped chewing his food and looked at the three fingers in front of An Lan...

His eyes... were filled with envy!