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

[Oh? Oh? They're here! They're here! Since all the other contestants have memory problems, An Lan must be no exception, right?]

An Lan has absolutely no talent; he's definitely going to have his leg broken!

[I think I understand now! Do these people have some missing memories of their past?]

Regardless of the circumstances, this Chinese man should finally fall!

【...】

The chat room erupted in excitement because of the sculpture's comment.

The conflict was especially fierce in India!

Although their Pikachulin suffered terribly, losing an arm and a leg once, and even dying once, he still managed to recover. In contrast, the injuries suffered by athletes from other countries are very real!

......

[Zhouchi City, Defense Section]

Hou Yong was also staring intently at the screen, in front of him was the [Evil Phone] that could be used for calls, and he hesitated whether to dial the number.

"Liu Xuan! Liu Xuan!"

"Based on your experience, do you think An Lan has also lost her memory?"

Hou Yong was undecided and looked at Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan scanned the faces of all the [dungeon participants] in the image and nodded slightly: "Judging from their facial expressions, they all seem to be in a state of confusion..."

"Perhaps they really have forgotten...or rather, lost some of their memories?"

"【Memory Station】...Could it be...?"

Just as Liu Xuan was thinking of something, she saw Hou Yong impatiently about to dial a number: "Red! An Lan's favorite color is red! Isn't that right?"

"He can't lose his main carry, otherwise how will he run?!"

"I--"

"etc!"

Just as Hou Yong raised the phone, Liu Xuan interrupted him!

"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

"Don't rush... Have you forgotten? What did that flight attendant ask An Lan earlier?"

"what?"

"Just wait and see..."

"An Lan...maybe she's alright!"

......

"you--"

"What color do you like...?"

A cold voice came from behind.

Inside the waiting hall, everyone's eyes turned to An Lan.

An Lan's expression was blank; he truly had no memory of any color. He kept rubbing his chin, unable to provide an answer. The sculpture in front of him had already bent over, its arms wrapped around its left thigh...

"An Lan! You're dead!"

Bill stared intently at An Lan, who felt a tickle on her neck. She subconsciously touched it, and suddenly saw a series of hickeys left by his hand. She muttered instinctively, "Huh...red lipstick?"

"Correct answer!"

"..."

In an instant!

The entire hall was completely silent!

"Huh? What? You answered correctly?"

An Lan was somewhat taken aback!

In fact, he didn't even know how he got the hickey on his neck!

Memories of the past seem to have become increasingly hazy since I got off the bus... Touching the red lipstick with my palm was purely a coincidence, wasn't it?

but...

That's it?

An Lan stared blankly at the sculpture, while the others stared blankly at him!

"You! How could you?! You! An Lan...you cheated, didn't you?! You...how come you have so many hickeys on your neck and face? And there's even the word 'scumbag' on your face?!"

"You...you wrote down the answers beforehand! Didn't you?!"

"You cheated! Did you?! I'm reporting you! I'm reporting someone for cheating!!!"

Bill screamed hysterically.

pity!

Aside from the stiff "sculptures" and the blank-minded contestants, there was no response from him whatsoever.

He couldn't believe it, and the same was true on the UN's live broadcast at the same time!

[Peppa Pig: Holy crap! I think I get it now! After they got off the bus, did they forget their memories of being on the bus? Or even some of their memories from before?]

[Undead Knight Ning Caichen: That's right! Judging from their expressions, that's it! But... Sandy is really awesome! She actually gave An Lan the answer ahead of time!]

[Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping: That's why succubi are so awesome! If you're not good-looking, don't blame the road for being uneven! My brother Anlan is a human succubus, so what if he lives off women and takes shortcuts?]

[Free America, gunfights every day: I! I'm not having it! Why is everyone else suffering from amnesia! An Lan gets hints though! It's not fair! It's not fair!]

[I'm doing freestyle in Yokogawa: Yes! It's unfair! Rematch! Rematch!]

[What are you barking about, you Indians! Don't you even look at yourselves? Being able to live off women is a skill, and since you can't have them, you just say it's sour grapes, huh?]

【...】

The players inside the instance looked completely bewildered.

But the viewers outside the instance, with their God-like perspective, already understand it clearly.

Cheating!

An Lan is blatantly cheating!

A group of people began besieging the Dragon Kingdom, shouting "Unfair!" and "Unreasonable!", but there was no feedback or announcement within the [Instance], and the attack continued...

......

"What color do you like?"

This time, it was Kim Bon-seok's sculpture that spoke.

Upon hearing this, Kim Bon-seok's face immediately paled. He hesitated, glancing at everyone present, his eyes flickering, before he actually began to shout across the room, "Leadership! Leadership, you're watching, aren't you?!"

"Quick! Tell me, what color did I used to like?!"

"Our memories must be blurred! I can't answer correctly right now!"

"..."

His voice echoed in the empty waiting hall, and the others looked at him with relief.

Not bad!

When you don't understand yourself, it's always the right thing to do to consult with management outside the company.

Everyone present was from the national team; few of them were idiots. In fact, even if Kim Bon-seok hadn't done it, Menloka, who was watching, was already planning to go this far.

[Seriously! As expected of our Korean oppa, he's so smart!]

Well done, Kim Bon-seok!

[Oppa's profile says his favorite color is pink! Huh? Why pink?]

The live broadcast from the United Nations was immediately filled with Korean language and cheers.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

"Kim Bon-seok! Kim Bon-seok! Did you hear me? Your favorite color is pink! It's pink!"

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears, audible only to Kim Bon-seok. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly replied, "Pink! It's pink! I like pink!"

"Correct answer—"

[Sculpture] After the cold voice ended, Kim Bon-seok let out a long breath...

A moment!

"What's your favorite color?!"

Next to Mikalin, the [sculpture] suddenly spoke.

Is Mikalin going to use her only off-court appeal for help?

Of course! No need for that. If you answer incorrectly, you'll lose a crucial support character, how will you clear the dungeon?

What is she doing? Isn't she going to take advantage of this opportunity?

[Sculpture] As soon as she opened her mouth, the comments section immediately gave Mikarin an order.

Can...

Strangely, not only did Melinka remain inactive, but the UN live stream channel also saw very few comments offering support for her, as if... as if they were simply letting Melinka fend for herself!

"What...what is she doing? Doesn't she need any 'off-site assistance'?!"

An Lan looked at Meilinka curiously, and Meilinka's gaze suddenly turned to An Lan as well!

The other person remained calm and composed, mimicking her actions by repeatedly rubbing the corner of her lips until a gray lipstick mark was left behind.

Without batting an eye, she immediately replied, "Gray! I like gray!"

"Correct answer!"

"ah?!"

"ha?!"

As the affirmative voices of the sculpture rang out, the scene erupted in uproar once again!

No?

How come you have this trick too?

You two cheated together?!

Everyone looked at An Lan, then at Melinka, puzzled. Melinka smiled without saying a word, while An Lan looked completely bewildered: "This shouldn't be... This is obviously left for me by a woman... It's probably because of someone I slept with..."

"But her?"

"How did she do that?!"

"Talent?"

Unable to guess Mekalin's talent, Anlan was filled with doubt when Menloka's [Sculpture] also spoke up. His solution was simple and unpretentious, and it also summoned [Off-site assistance].

"White! The color of wine!"

"Correct answer!"

"What...color do you like?!"

The last one, Matsumoto Keisha from the Sakura Country, hesitated for a moment, but neither asked for help from the sidelines nor spoke, letting the sculpture tear open her thigh with a "crack crack crack" sound!

"Thump—"

After the white, clay-sculpted thigh was flung away, beneath Matsumoto Megumi's kimono, a pale, white thigh flew off, and she knelt on the ground with a "plop," a pool of blood beneath her...

but!

Even so, the woman gave a charming smile without any expression.

She seemed to feel no pain at all!