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

[Great! This is the oppa we've always admired! Great decision!]

[Just kidding, our oppa is on the national team!]

Oppa! Saranghaeyo!

【...】

Because of Kim Bon-seok's talent for self-disclosure, a surge of Korean words appeared on the UN's live broadcast screen.

Copying, when used well, is indeed a divine skill and talent.

[Xu Xian, the snake-catching expert: Wow! Is this the level of the national team? Just relying on 'talent' to brute force their way through?]

[Undead Knight Ning Caichen: To be fair, while their talents are powerful, I still think An Lan's humanoid succubus is superior!]

[Press F to enter the tank: It's hard to say! If the dungeon progresses this way, will the more you ride in the tank, the more memories you lose? Will Anlan still remember her advantages then?]

【...】

Amidst the ongoing discussions in the live chat, the questioning from the sculpture in the waiting hall intensified once again!

......

"What kind of clothes do you like?!"

The question was directed to Mekalin.

She looked at An Lan again, hesitated, and then slowly unbuttoned her gray top, revealing a full, dark red lace camisole underneath. Her eyes narrowed slightly: "It should be a lace nightgown..."

"Correct answer!"

"ah?!"

"Um?!"

I got it right again, inexplicably!

Everyone stared at Mikalin and Anlan with strange looks. The former put on her clothes expressionlessly, while the latter was completely puzzled: "What exactly is this woman's [talent]?"

......

"What kind of clothes do you like?"

The problem has now returned to Men Carlo's side.

These burly, bear-like men were truly panicked at this moment!

He kept scratching his head, unable to figure it out!

[Off-field assistance] He's gone now, [Golden Hero] He can't release it.

He was at his wit's end... He could only look around helplessly...

[Free America, gunfights every day: I declare! The first person to die a horrible death has appeared! He is none other than Menloka from the Russian Bear Country!]

[The stern farmer: Great! I've been annoyed by the Russians for ages!]

[I think you're looking for an elbow strike: I didn't expect this! The first one to go isn't that Chinese guy, but the Russian? Tsk tsk tsk... That's what you call a drunkard! Useless!]

【Hurrah! Come out and fight if you dare!】

If Bill hadn't been so despicable, how could we have lost?!

It looked like the comments section was about to erupt into an argument...

In the waiting hall, Anlan noticed Menloka looking at him with hope in his eyes. Perhaps, out of all these people, he only dared to trust Anlan?

An Lan frowned.

Should we save them?

Given Menloka's previous kind attitude, he should indeed help him.

Can...

How am I supposed to know what kind of clothes the other person likes?

An Lan's gaze swept over Menloka, and she was suddenly drawn to the footprints on the back of his leather coat. A vague image began to surface in her mind—Menloka, head bowed, silently patting the footprints on his back...

"Buzz—"

but!

This memory flashed by quickly, as if it had been absorbed somewhere, leaving An Lan's eyes momentarily blurred.

"Hiss... When did this happen? When we first met Menloka?"

"Wait...wait..."

"If he values ​​this leather jacket so much..."

"Hello!"

"Menloka, if you trust me... choose the leather jacket you're wearing! Of course... if you answer wrong... don't blame me if you die!"

Just as Menloka was in despair, Anlan suddenly spoke up!

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

My lower back muscles have reached their limit, twisting, contorting, and breaking.

Menloka looked at An Lan and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately took off his leather coat: "I! I love this leather coat the most!!!"

"Correct answer—"

"..."

The sound of the sculpture echoed in the hall, and the scene was completely silent.

The live stream chat room of the United Nations was silent.

[Holy crap? An Lan actually guessed it?!]

【No? An Lan, what are you pretending for? This isn't your business, why are you meddling?】

Exactly! Do we need to cooperate in dungeons?!

After a brief silence, some foreign warmongers jumped out and started spamming the chat with comments. But a moment later, they were overwhelmed by a torrent of comments!

[Dragon Kingdom! Good Brother!]

People from China are truly loyal and righteous!

[May the friendship between the dragon and the bear last forever!]

The number of comments kept increasing, so much so that no one noticed. When it was time for the question about Matsumoto Megumi from Japan, not a single Japanese comment popped up!

"What kind of clothes do you like?"

Before Matsumoto Keishita's eyes, the "sculptor" began to slowly twist its lower abdomen.

But Matsumoto Megumi lay motionless on the ground, a smirk playing on her lips: "What do I like... I guess leopard print, briefs, and underwear?"

"Incorrect answer!"

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

Her back muscles began to collapse and contort, and Matsumoto Keishita laughed maniacally. Her body convulsed on the ground in a spiral shape below her head. Finally, as her body twisted to its limit, her head lolled to the side, blood gushing from her seven orifices, as she stared eerily at Bill!

"Thump—"

died!

Matsumoto Megumi's head slammed heavily to the ground, and he died in a pool of blood...

she!

I died before I could even use any of my "outside help" or "talent" abilities?!

"you..."

"You crazy woman?!"

"Are you fucking crazy?! Can't you even guess?! Guess a kimono! Why the hell did you name something I like?! Are you an idiot? Are you just asking for trouble?!"

"hastily!"

Bill's face turned ashen as he stared at Matsumoto Megumi's corpse.

He couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand what this woman was trying to do.

The other six people in the waiting hall also looked at Matsumoto Megumi's corpse in confusion and remained silent.

[Holy crap! What on earth is Sakura doing?!]

[This is outrageous! Did they go there intentionally to die?]

[Wait! Wait! Have you noticed? Sakura hasn't posted a single comment since just now! And the judgment hasn't come! What...what are they plotting?!]

On the live stream chat of the United Nations, some people began to notice something unusual!

Yup!

If the [Dungeon Participant] dies, the [Dungeon] has already descended upon [Sakura Country]!

Can!

not at all!

......

At the same time.

【Sakura Country, Fukuroike Defense Division】.

A bald man with a mustache slowly reclined in his chair, watching the corpse of Matsumoto Megumi on the live stream, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Alright—the operation begins..."

"Matsumoto Keishita, use your abilities... to survive to the end!"

He touched his shiny head, and in front of him, the live stream screen was filled with a frenzy of comments from Japanese netizens.

[JD.com isn't very popular: Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what we want you to think!]

[A Not-So-Savvy Person: Hahaha... Foolish opponents! Only in the end will you learn what it means to be sitting on the fishing platform!]

【...】

......

In the silent waiting hall, right after Matsumoto Megumi's death, her sculpture miraculously walked back into the sculpture shop by itself!

And then, Bill's [sculpture] spoke again!

"One last question... what is the one thing you value most?"

"ha?!"

"Again?!"

Upon hearing this, Bill broke out in a cold sweat.

"Click click click..."

This time, instead of answering, the sculpture reached for its neck with both hands, as if to rip its head off!

Holy crap!

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

"Who knows what I value most?! Damn it! Damn it!"

Panicked, Bill covered his neck and looked around before his gaze suddenly fixed on Picasso.

"Ugh—ugh!!!"

Before he could say anything, his head tilted to the side, and with a "thud," it rolled off his head like a ball, circling the ground. The headless corpse stood frozen in place, not bleeding, just standing there!

[Holy crap?! Bill is really gone?!]

[Seriously? This is the vice-captain of the United States?!]

[Wait a minute! If Bill is dead, why hasn't the verdict been handed down?!]

"Gurgle—"

Just as the comments section was buzzing with excitement!

Beside Bill, dark shadows began to move. After his headless shadow began to grow heads, the heads that had rolled to the ground flew back onto Bill's head!

"Giggle giggle—"

After a moment of mental activity, he blinked and miraculously came back to life!