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

"You... An Lan! What are you doing?! Stop right now! If you keep doing this... it will—"

Menloka also noticed An Lan's actions. An Lan's expression was calm. After doing all this, he slowly covered the eyes of the sculpture An Lan with his hands!

immediately!

With the lights on in the room shining brightly, An Lan took a step forward, and the sculpture of An Lan followed suit.

"Tap tap tap—"

One person and one sculpture, like a collaborative device, walked together toward the entrance of the sculpture shop!

Throughout the entire process, [Sculpture Anlan] never once caused trouble!

"How...how is this possible?!"

Menloka was completely dumbfounded!

The torture forced Bill to retreat, and the "sculpture" that killed Picardlin was solved so easily?

"call..."

"It's the line of sight..."

"This kid has discovered a flaw in the [sculpture]!"

Mikarin from the "Iron Tower Country" had a series of glints in her eyes, and her gaze toward An Lan held a deeper depth.

"Line of sight?"

Men Carlo was still not recovered, and Kim Bon-seok from South Korea followed suit, waiting for the lights to go out before walking behind his own sculpture and covering its eyes.

"That's right! It's the line of sight!"

"Whatever that sculpture does, it will reference our activities!"

As soon as we entered the room, it began to shed bloody tears; that must have been the first clue! The [dungeon] won't give us a dead end! With the lights flashing, the [sculpture] disappeared from our view, and it could no longer follow us as we moved...

"If we can get behind the sculpture and blindfold him, we can avoid the [Great Adventure]..."

"But... if that's how it is with 'Truth or Dare,' then what about 'Truth or Dare'?"

Following An Lan's example, Kim Bon-seok also guided the sculpture to the door.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Even when controlling the sculpture to smash the door, the glass door did not open.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Next, Mekalin and Menloka imitated them, and the four of them simultaneously manipulated the [sculpture], wedging it in front of the glass door. The blood and flesh remnants on the glass door began to writhe and piece together in a bizarre manner...

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

A moment!

Under An Lan's gaze, a dark shadow first materialized in front of the door. Then, the blood and flesh fragments piled up as the shadow accumulated, actually forming the shape of Pikachuslin!

"Holy crap! This guy! He's still alive?!"

"What kind of heaven-defying ability is this?!"

Menloka's eyes widened, while Mikarin and Kim Bonseok frowned as they watched, unable to understand what was going on.

Only An Lan stared intently at the shadow on the ground, lost in thought.

"hey-hey--"

"I didn't expect you, a monkey from the Dragon Kingdom, to have actually found a rule for survival? Not bad... So you wanted to avoid the [sculpture's] line of sight? Very well..."

"Then I'll start too!"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

After another flash of lights, Pikachulin covered the eyes of his sculpture and walked towards the door...

......

The same moment was captured on the UN live stream.

[Peppa Pig: Oh my god! What national team? It has to be my brother Anlan! Forget about female ghosts! I'll show you how to conquer anything that can show a "dialogue box," even a sculpture!]

[Beijing City 5: Holy crap! I never expected... this qualifier is really something! No wonder the country chose him!]

[Dragonscale Horse: You've got more than just a little something! Just you wait and see! I'll show you what a humanoid succubus really is!]

[Swimming in the Ganges: Come on! A little clever trick, and you think you're so capable! What's the use of the cleverness of our Chinese competitors? Strength is what really matters! Look at our warriors from India, they didn't even need to think, they just copied you!]

[My dad is Niu: I guarantee that none of the participants from your Dragon Kingdom have gone as far as Pikachu from our Indian country!]

[The stern rancher: Anlan is quite good! Unfortunately... no matter how well he performs, he's only fit to shine God's shoes! Bill is back! True strength lies in having powerful "talent"!]

【...】

Just as the comments section was debating An Lan's little trick...

"Buzzing—"

The room shimmered with golden light.

Bill, with Matsumoto Megumi in his arms, reappeared inside the sculpture shop.

His dislocated arm has improved considerably in just a short time, and he can now swing it freely.

"hiss..."

"Is this what an SS-rank talent's physique is like?"

An Lan was somewhat envious as she watched Bill and Matsumoto Keisha follow suit, operating the [Sculpture] to reach the shop entrance.

"An Lan...you're quite something..."

"I hope you will serve me to the very end... If God is pleased with the sacrifices of mortals, He will make an exception and lead you, this inferior species, to your end..."

Bill didn't care about benefiting from An Lan's fame; instead, he raised his own status even higher and looked at An Lan with disdain.

An Lan remained silent.

"Clang—"

A moment!

When all seven of them reached the door with the sculpture, the glass door suddenly opened on its own, and the distorted electronic voice from before sounded again: "Congratulations—congratulations—"

"The dare segment is over!"

"Now, let's begin... the truth or dare segment..."

"Gurgle—"

Seemingly following the order of the events, after the electronic voice finished speaking, the sculpture in front of Bill slowly parted its lips, dripping drops of black blood: "Excuse me... what's your favorite color?"

"ah?!"

A deep, sudden voice rang out, and Bill stared blankly at the sculpture.

What's the problem?

My favorite color?

Isn't this a free point question?

My favorite color is, of course,...

The answer was so obvious that it didn't even need to be thought out; it was practically on the tip of his tongue. But Bill's face suddenly darkened!

wrong!

Bill's understanding of color inexplicably began to cloud his mind. He paused, then hesitated before answering, "My favorite color... is... is white?!"

"Incorrect answer!!!"

"Click-clack—click-clack—"

The instant Bill finished saying those words!

The sculpture in front of him inexplicably bent over, and suddenly ripped off a section of its clay thigh with both hands! With a "thud," the severed thigh was flung away by the sculpture's hands, leaving it standing there, its gaze blank...

Immediately afterwards...

"ah!!!!!"

The screams of a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the station hall!

Bill's left thigh flew off violently, blood gushing from the severed wound! He collapsed to the ground with a thud, writhing in agony, his body contorted in agony...

"Why...why!!!"

The excruciating pain caused the veins on his face to bulge!

The blood beneath him pooled, and he gasped for breath, staring at the sculpture: "Why! Why! Do you think I don't know what color you like?!"

"What makes you think I'm wrong?!"

"..."

Annoyed voices echoed, but the sculpture remained motionless, standing on one leg, gazing into the distance...

"What color do you like...?"

Another gloomy voice rang out!

This time...

The sculpture that made the sound is from Picasso!

"Huh?! Me...me?!"

Still stunned by what had just happened, Pikachulin's lips trembled with disbelief: "My...my favorite color...is of course..."

My mind is completely blank!

Pikaslin hesitated, hesitated... and didn't dare to answer!

"I...I..."

Can!

He didn't move, but the sculpture wasn't about to let him get away with it! After bending down in a bizarre way, it suddenly grabbed his left thigh with both arms, and with a "thud," it detached his left thigh and flung it away into the distance!

"ah--!!!"

Another bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out!

Picardlin's left leg flew out, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground!

but...

He wasn't as badly injured as Bill; after his body twisted and deformed on the ground, a dark shadow swirled around his severed thigh, and then a new thigh slowly regenerated...

"You! You—you!!!"

Bill watched this scene, his eyes bloodshot, lost in thought...

Picardsling kept slapping his forehead, unable to recall what color he had ever liked before...

......

At the same time, in the United Nations broadcast footage.

[Free America, Gunfights Every Day: Huh? No way! Why? I remember Bill's file mentioning that he likes flesh-colored stockings! How could he forget that preference?]

How many shreds of meat does he handle every day? Could he possibly forget?!

[I'm doing butterfly stroke in Yokogawa: Pikachu, are you out of your mind?! Black! Black! In our esteemed India, who doesn't like black?!]

[This is ridiculous! How could I forget this?]

[Wait... why do I feel like they've lost their memory?]

【...】

The comments from various countries kept surging, all seemingly expressing dissatisfaction with the contestants' performance.

next moment!

Another solemn voice rang out in the video.

"you!"

"What color do you like?!"

This time, it was Anlan's sculpture that spoke!