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

"First stop... thirty-minute stop?"

Everyone fell into deep thought as they listened to Sandy's report.

Should we get off now and go check out the "Past Station," or wait another thirty minutes without getting off?

"Buzz—"

"Buzzing—"

Just as everyone hesitated, a series of strange tinnitus sounds rang in their ears, and the dizziness in their brains grew stronger and stronger amid the tinnitus!

and...

The soft chaise lounge beneath her had inexplicably become sticky. The cushion seemed to transform into a tongue, wriggling and slowly curling the person sitting upon it...

"No! I absolutely cannot sit in the car for these thirty minutes!"

"We have to get off!"

"We must get off the bus immediately!"

Bill immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, sprang up from his seat, and looked back at it. The seat had noticeably softened, twisted, and wrinkled for a moment before returning to normal...

"Let's go! Let's go!"

"That guy!? That An Lan! Where's An Lan?!"

"You're the first one to get off the bus! Do you hear me?!"

Unable to assess the dangers outside the car, Bill's first thought was to send Anlan to test the waters.

An Lan didn't move this time.

He stared at the LED display screen inside the carriage, his expression turning somewhat strange.

[Next stop: "Xizai Station", 300km in total, estimated travel time 1 hour!]

The previously floating electronic text suddenly twisted and changed to "Estimated travel time: 40 minutes"?!

"Um?"

"Why? It's sped up again?!"

Amidst the confusion, Bill's voice rose several decibels: "An Lan! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?! I told you to get out of the car! The captain told you to get out of the car!!!"

A disdainful voice rang out, but An Lan remained motionless, her face icy: "I said... do you really think I have no temper? You talk about the team, but in reality, you're going to exploit the seemingly most worthless person to death, aren't you?"

"I've already made a sacrifice..."

"Shouldn't it be time to change personnel? Captain Bill?!"

Leaning against the soft couch, An Lan smiled at Bill, who gritted his teeth: "You dare disobey my orders?!"

"Whoa..."

"I wouldn't dare!"

"But if you insist on dragging this out with me... I don't mind seeing what happens if we stay in the car any longer..."

"Woo, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm, worm."

Suddenly, splattered clumps of thick, yellowish-purple liquid appeared on the train's pristine windows, filling the air with a foul stench. The ground beneath their feet began to soften, seeping out black blood...

The mutation is intensifying!

But An Lan wasn't flustered at all.

There's still a long way to go in this [instance]. Anlan can't defeat a [national team] that unites six countries, but he can't let Bill control him indefinitely either!

If you act like a pushover too much, others will only think you're easy to bully.

He has a perfect timeline, he can afford to drag things out! He has illusions, he can even fool everyone into thinking he's already left the game! He's no longer the newbie who just entered the game and was completely at everyone's mercy!

But right now... there's no need to rush to use any of these!

The road ahead is still fraught with risks. As long as we don't completely fall out with Bill, we must retain our skills if possible!

"A generous gift of crab! A generous gift of crab!!!"

"Fine, fine, fine—you've got guts, you little brat! Just you wait!"

Seeing that An Lan didn't make a move, Bill hesitated, and a "golden light" actually emanated from his body. But after a short while, he didn't choose to retaliate. Instead, he looked at the group of people and pointed at Pikaslin from India!

"you!"

"You little Indian! You're the first one out!"

"Didn't you like watching that flight attendant? Perfect! Go and hug her too! I want to see if this female ghost is a lecherous fiend or if she can't live without An Lan!"

Golden light pressed down on Pikaslin, who pursed his lips, his short, thin, dark-skinned body scurrying toward the carriage exit.

Sandy, who had been all smiles, suddenly turned icy cold as soon as she saw him coming!

"Little girl..."

"Weren't you being quite promiscuous just now?"

"Come on! I'm a man too, I want to..."

As Picardlin passed Sandy, he instinctively reached out to put his arm around her hip. It wasn't that he was bold, but rather that his height limited him to that position.

Dark, grimy arms, carrying the distinctive stench of an Indian, assaulted my senses!

Sandy remained motionless with a cold expression when the hatch behind her suddenly twisted and melted like molten iron, forming a sharp steel blade that slashed straight at Picardlin's arm!

"Thump—"

Before the black hands could even reach Sandy, they were slashed by the steel blade and sent flying out of the hatch.

"you!!!"

"You bitch!!!"

Despite having his arm severed, Picardin seemed oblivious to the pain; there was no bleeding at the severed area! Only his previously frivolous expression twisted with hatred: "Why! Why can that kid hug and cuddle you, but I can't?!"

"Pooh--"

"Ugly monster!"

Sandy scoffed, and the molten iron overhead at the hatch twisted and churned, eventually transforming into a giant, suspended guillotine that slammed down on Picardlin's head!

"Grass!"

Upon seeing this, Picardslin immediately rushed out of the carriage door and ran wildly along the stone-paved platform before entering the [Former Station].

As he ran, black threads began to emerge from the severed part of his arm, and the severed arm was rapidly regenerating!

"What kind of ability is this?"

An Lan, with his keen eye, noticed that when Pikaslin left the car, his shadow remained inside the carriage. Only after Pikaslin had run quite a distance did the shadow vanish instantly!

"snort--"

"This ugly Indian guy actually has something on him!"

"Let's go! It seems there's no danger outside for now!"

Bill glanced warily at Sandy at the carriage door, then put his arm around Matsumoto Megumi, moved away from her, and quickly rushed out of the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, Men Carlo and the rest of his group also hurriedly ran out of the carriage.

As An Lan approached the carriage door, Sandy's previously icy expression instantly softened, and she dramatically smiled, saying, "I'll be waiting for you to come back..."

"I've got it..."

"Don't...forget our meeting [before]..."

"good--"

Although she didn't know what Sandy's reminder was, An Lan followed her off the train and silently communicated with the system as she walked towards the exit platform.

"Start playing the affection level [CG]!"

[Loading CG...]

[Due to unforeseen circumstances affecting the difficulty of this instance, the CG content has been edited... Please use your own judgment to understand the goddess's past...]

"Clang, clang, clang—"

"Clang, clang, clang—"

As the sun set, an old man sat on the platform, his cloudy eyes watching the late-arriving train. He just stared, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

Beside him stood a woman in a short, dark robe, sobbing uncontrollably as she stared at the old man.

The old man turned to look at her, seemingly not understanding why she was crying. He silently got up, put his coat over the woman's shoulders, patted her, and quickly left.

"Clatter—"

As the old man left, a hospital medical record floated out of the platform from the woman's hand...

The scene ends!

An Lan's running steps faltered!

"Um?"

"What is this?"

"That's all the clues? An old man? A woman? Isn't that woman Sandy? What kind of medical record is she holding?!"

An Lan was confused and her gaze gradually turned to the rest hall of [Past Station].

Six [Instance Participants] stood in the hall, their faces showing strange expressions as they looked towards a [Sculpture Shop] inside. It was... a shop selling life-size human sculptures...

The shop displayed seven sculpted human figures, all of whom looked exactly like An Lan and her seven companions!