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

[Wow? This little cherry blossom didn't even use her assist skill?]

[Are you crazy? Even saving on prompts isn't this inefficient!]

What is she doing? She's laughing?! Where's Sakura? People from Japan, come out and explain! Have your country's "replica participants" gone mad?!

【...】

Matsumoto Keishita's actions immediately caused an uproar in the live chat.

Can!

At this moment, not a single Japanese comment popped up, as if it had been pre-planned, leaving Matsumoto Keishita to fend for herself...

"You! You're insane?!"

Bill stared in disbelief as the woman beside him collapsed.

"Whoo-hoo—"

"Lord Bill, is this out of concern for me?"

Blood was still spurting from the gash in his thigh, but Matsumoto Keisha seemed not to see it and was wriggling toward Bill!

"Shit! Shit!"

"You crazy woman! Stay away from me!"

In a panic, she leaped back several meters on one leg, leaving Bill bewildered by Matsumoto Megumi's actions. The others were equally baffled, staring in astonishment at the woman writhing on the ground as if oblivious to pain.

"This guy..."

Something's not right...

An Lan had a bad feeling as she watched Matsumoto Megumi's madness.

"What kind of clothes do you like?!"

Suddenly!

Beside Bill, his sculpture spoke again!

"Wardfa?!"

"Again?!"

Bill was dumbfounded!

He stared blankly at the sculpture, which this time was making a "gaggagga" sound... "gaggagga"... The sculpture's abdomen was twisting to the right, and its waist was contorted and curled up like a rope...

The movement is very slow; at first, only the skin feels tightness.

Can...

Imagine what would happen if a person's lower abdomen could continuously rotate to the right?

The muscles and bones in the abdomen are twisted and broken?

The person's lower abdomen was twisted like a pretzel, the fascia was ruptured, and the organs under the flesh were crushed? Apart from the head, the lower body was completely deformed?

During this spinning process, the person must have already died, right?

“Gagaga—”

Bill suddenly felt it; the muscles on his sides had reached their limit, and his lumbar spine began to feel a sharp, snapping pain. His lower abdomen was contorting abnormally...

"Shit! Shit!"

"This question! You can't get this question wrong again! If you get it wrong again, you're really dead!"

"Fuck! You idiots in management! Tell me now! What clothes do I like? Hurry up!"

This time there was no time to waste, Bill shouted urgently into the sky!

A short while later...

He seemed to have heard an answer, his face flushed slightly, as if he found it difficult to speak.

but!

"Click click click—"

He could already hear the cracking sound of bones breaking in his lower back and abdomen. Not daring to delay, he finally shouted, "I...I like leopard print, briefs, underwear!!!"

"Correct answer..."

[Sculpture] After the calm voice came, the body gradually returned to its original shape. Bill lay down on the ground with a "thud," looking like he had just escaped death!

Damn it!

This is only the first stop!

Are you really going to risk your life like this?

[Leopard print briefs? 666! 666! Bill's taste is pretty niche, huh?]

Wow... I have to say, people from the US are really wild!

I vaguely remember that in China, only one monkey could pull off this outfit...

Bill's words instantly caused another surge of comments on the screen.

Outside, people continued to joke and watch the show, but the atmosphere in the waiting hall was becoming increasingly oppressive.

"What kind of clothes do you like?"

Following the order, it was Pikachuslin's sculpture that spoke next.

Picardslin remained hesitant...

He seemed completely unafraid of death, ignoring even the "off-stage prompts," and started spouting nonsense: "I... logically speaking, I shouldn't like anything, because I like being naked..."

"Incorrect answer!"

"Gah...gaah...gaah..."

As the sculpture rapidly rotated its abdomen, Pikaslin's waist twisted and creased in a bizarre manner, and the stark white bones, twisted and contorted by the rotation, pierced through Pikaslin's belly and bulged out!

His abdomen was twisted and folded, his head was enormous, and his chest was coiled into a bizarre, twisted shape. With a loud thud, he collapsed to the ground...

"Ugh—ugh!!!"

The twisting of his abdomen was so fast that he didn't even have time to scream before blood gushed from his seven orifices and he stopped breathing.

"He...he should be dead this time, right?"

Menloka stared intently at Picardslin's corpse, while Anlan didn't look at the body, but at his shadow.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

The black shadows clung together, still pulsating!

As the shadow slowly unfolded, Pikachuslin's body gradually twisted and returned to its original state...

[Holy crap! Immortality?!]

[This is insane! This is what you call insane!]

[With this, why not just go all out and recklessly charge in?!]

The chat began to erupt in disgruntled mockery.

The group of people in the waiting hall also looked at Picasso's recovery with different expressions.

next moment!

"What kind of clothes do you like?!"

Another cold, solemn voice rang out; it was An Lan's turn.

His sculpted abdomen began to twist and twitch, An Lan's expression was strange, his waist involuntarily bent and deformed, and the pockets of his shirt began to droop. He couldn't think of... what kind of clothes he liked?

Do I really have any clothes I like?

Confused and bewildered, Bill glared intently at An Lan: "Come on! Let's see what you're going to say this time!"

"Don't tell me that the outfit you're wearing is your favorite?!"

"..."

In the tense atmosphere, a pair of black fishnet stockings fell out of An Lan's shirt pocket with a "thud"! An Lan instinctively picked them up and suspiciously rubbed them...

"Black stockings? How come I'm wearing stockings?!"

"Correct answer!"

"ah?!"

"Damn it! You're cheating!!!"

Another confusing answer, and another "correct answer".

An Lan was stunned, and everyone else was dumbfounded.

Not a buddy?!

Are you a pervert?

Why are you carrying stockings with you all the time?!

"I'm reporting him! I'm reporting him! He's cheating! Did he know about the problem beforehand?! Did he?!"

This is the second time!

An Lan inexplicably answered the question without any loss for the second time, and Bill's eyes turned red with envy!

No?

Why is it that everyone else has to rely on "off-field assistance" and risk their "talent" just to survive?! You, a mere stepping stone with a "D-level talent," can answer questions flawlessly every time?!

Why should I?!

"There's a cheat code! There's a cheat code!"

Bill roared hysterically, and the waiting hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at An Lan with strange expressions, wondering where he had pulled out the stockings from.

[Damn! This is the truly despicable cheater!]

[I spoke too soon! Even if Picardin went too far, he wasn't as bad as Anlan!]

[Damn it! I already guessed it! The third question, wasn't it, "What do you like to do most?" Seriously! That train conductor really chewed up the food and fed it to An Lan!]

[Reported! Someone is using their looks to cheat and bribing in the dungeon is bizarre!]

【...】

The barrage of comments exploded again.

An Lan simply put away the stockings with a puzzled look, touched her face, and a bright red "scumbag" character was imprinted on her hand.

"What kind of clothes do you like?"

The questions are still coming in!

This time it was Kim Bon-seok's turn.

He had run out of off-field support and looked around helplessly.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering between Mikalin and Pikaslin, but finally... he fixed his gaze on the recovered Pikaslin without saying a word!

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Menloka didn't understand. Why isn't this person saying anything?

No?

Have they all given up?

but!

Menloka was quickly dumbfounded!

"Ah!!! Ah!!!!!!!"

As the sculpture's waist twisted, Kim Bon-seok's abdomen spun like a pretzel, his screams echoing through the waiting hall. He lay frozen, bleeding from all seven orifices, dead...

Can...

His shadow was also moving strangely. As it moved, Kim Bon-seok's twisted back slowly recovered, just like Picard's!

"This...this ability is?!"

"It's a copy!"

"This guy copied Pikachu's [talent] and forced his way through!"

Before Menloka could speak, Anlan preemptively revealed the reason.

So far!

Of the six members of the national team, three have already demonstrated their talent!

Menloka's "Pulling into Another Dimension," Pikachu's "Undying Shadow," Kim Bon-seok's "Copying Talent"...

Each and every one of them is incredibly powerful!