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

"Tap tap tap—"

An Lan followed her into the lounge.

"Click click click—"

The iron gates leading to the platform slowly descended, completely severing the connection between the station and train traffic.

"Um?"

An Lan looked back and saw that on the "Twilight Train" outside the platform, lines of LED text were clearly displayed: "[00:29:01 remaining until the train departs this station...]"

The sky was hazy, and under the dim yellow light, the three large characters "[Twilight Train]" on the front of the train were particularly eye-catching!

"Hey--"

"What are you looking at!?"

suddenly!

An Lan was jolted back to reality when someone patted her shoulder hard. Menloka had appeared beside her at some point.

"What's up?"

An Lan didn't like such overly familiar behavior between men. He frowned, while Menloka casually pointed to the only brightly lit shop in the lounge, the [Sculpture Shop].

"Here you go—"

"You saw it too, didn't you?"

"Right now, this is the only place in the entire lounge that looks different. A few of us went in just now, and there was no reaction. Bill guesses that it might require all seven people to gather to trigger something, so he sent me to find you..."

His muffled voice carried a hint of displeasure; Menloka had probably been annoyed with Bill for a long time, but unfortunately... he looked utterly helpless.

"I mean... your ability is to pull people into another dimension, right?"

"Couldn't you just grab someone else and hide in the space with them, avoiding Bill?"

An Lan asked, puzzled.

Based on his observation, Menloka's "talent" could indeed make anyone he disliked disappear. But why did he give in after being subdued once?

"Hi--"

"You don't know... that bastard Bill's ability is..."

Menloka was about to blurt out something...

"Hey! Hey!"

"You two! Aren't you coming over here?! Damn it! An Lan, don't think I can't handle you! We're outside now, if you dare disobey me, I'll kill you in a heartbeat!"

"If everyone didn't need to be here, do you think you'd still be standing here talking?!"

"Come here! How long have we been waiting for the train?!"

An angry curse came from inside the sculpture shop. Bill had appeared outside the sculpture shop at some point.

"..."

An Lan gave him a cold look, said nothing more, and followed Menloka into the sculpture shop.

Although Bill was arrogant, he was right about one thing.

The time the train spends stopping is passing.

Once the train departs on time, does it mean the [dungeon] has failed?

"Do we need everyone?"

Upon entering the sculpture shop, An Lan looked towards the area illuminated by spotlights.

This sculpture shop isn't large, only a few dozen square meters in size, and it's long and narrow. Along one wall, under the lights, stand seven lifelike mannequin sculptures, each identical to the seven people in the shop.

They are exactly the same in height, build, and expression!

"What...what does all this mean?"

An Lan moved closer to her sculpture, just about to take a closer look.

"Click—"

The lights in the sculpture shop suddenly flickered, and the glass doors slammed shut. A distorted electronic voice boomed from above: "Dear travelers... let's play a game..."

"Truth or Dare!"

"For travelers who have a good time, we'll give them a ticket to the next stop!"

"Ready, set..."

"The game... is about to begin!"

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

After a strange broadcast, the lights in the sculpture shop flickered on and off. After a five-second blackout, when the lights came back on, the seven sculptures that had been standing under the lights began to slowly shed tears of blood from their eyes, and their limbs began to tremble stiffly!

"A generous gift of crab!"

"What...what does this mean?"

"Are we playing with these sculptures? What are we playing with?!"

Bill immediately took a step back.

Can...

The moment he moved, his sculpture would approach him at twice the speed, cold and stiff!

"Knock knock knock—"

Bill had only taken three steps back when the sculpture had already taken six steps forward, standing in front of him with its hands raised in the air in a fist shape, ready to swing at Bill's head!

"Fuck!"

"You actually want to lay a hand on me?!"

"Get out of here!!!"

Looking at the sculpture's stiff, suspended arms, Bill's face darkened with anger, and he slammed his fists into the sculpture's shoulders.

"Boom—"

He must have practiced some kind of martial arts; his fists struck the sculpture's shoulders with a loud thud. But as expected... the sculpture's seemingly flimsy arms didn't shatter... on the contrary!

"ah!!!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly echoed throughout the sculpture shop!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were shocked to see that Bill's shoulders had suddenly and inexplicably sunken in two fist-sized dents, as if his shoulders had been struck by a tremendous force and were twisted abnormally!

"Damn it...damn it..."

"You son of a bitch! Hitting you is like hitting myself!!"

Bill immediately realized what was going on, knowing it was from the "national team".

His shoulders swayed as if they had been detached, and he stared blankly at his own sculpture.

but!

Because of his recent attack, the sculpture seemed to regain its movement, swinging its fist at twice the speed, aiming straight for Bill's face!

"Grass!"

"Don't run! The more you run, the faster this thing gets!"

"【Golden Hero】!!!"

"Buzz—"

After his body radiated a golden light, Bill looked at Matsumoto Keishita, and the two of them disappeared into the [Sculpture Shop].

"Boom—"

The Bill Sculpture punched empty air, creating a dent in the tiled floor, and then stood stiffly in place!

"Click click click—"

Inside the sculpture shop, the lights flickered on and off again. The others stared at the scene before them, dumbfounded, and dared not move!

move?

If you move it, the sculpture can move at twice your speed! Attacking it is like beating yourself!

Don't move?

If we don't move... the train's stop time will be over!

In any case, this is a dead end!

"Click-clack...click-clack..."

Under the flickering lights, the remaining few people looked at each other in bewilderment. Pikachulin from India narrowed his eyes, then, ignoring everything else, sprinted towards the entrance of the sculpture shop!

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

He rushed to the glass door at the store entrance and kicked it hard. The seemingly fragile glass door was like a thick city wall, and it didn't budge.

On the contrary...

"Knock knock knock!"

The sculpture Pikachulin moved at the sound with astonishing speed! It dented the ground with its footsteps, and its small body, like a bull, charged towards Pikachulin's waist!

"BOOM!!!"

In an instant, what was once a delicate plaster sculpture was smashed into Picasso's back like a massive truck, the force turning him into a bloody pulp, his flesh and blood splattered across the glass door...

"Puff puff puff—"

Blood and gore flew everywhere. Pikachuslin... just... died like that?!

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The stench of blood began to fill the cramped room, and the others dared not move an inch...

......

Meanwhile.

The United Nations News Channel is also broadcasting this biannual [SS-level dungeon] right now.

When they saw Pikachuslin die suddenly, the entire live chat exploded!

【Madam, you don't want your husband to get fired, do you? Oh dear—those Indians are still as idiots as ever! How could you possibly escape from here? Even if you could, could you even get back onto the train?】

Let me see: This Picardlin is just lousy!

[That's a good thing: Upstairs, does that mean you're very brave?]

[Russian Bear Country Liquor Wholesale: I don't know if he's brave or not, but right now, apart from Bill and Little Ri's side being safe, all the other countries are probably in trouble, right?]

[Free America, gunfights every day: What can I say? Man! Now you know how powerful our beautiful country is? All of you jumping around like that, I think you want an elbow strike!]

[Hahaha—the United States is as powerful as ever!]

Wait... what's that kid from China doing?!

Just as the barrage of comments was about to be flooded with English text.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

As the lights flashed again, An Lan, as if timed perfectly, timed her move perfectly to the 5-second blackout period, and walked behind the statue, coldly staring at it...

It didn't move!

The statue of Anlan remains completely still!