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

"This...this is that Pikachu's [talent]?"

"Kim Jong-suk's talent is 'copying,' so what is Bill Gates?"

"He also used the [Golden Hero] to disappear with Matsumoto Keisha before, and during that time, Menloka didn't use the [Golden Hero]. It wasn't that he didn't know how to use it... but rather... was it stolen?"

An Lan watched Bill come back to life, his eyes flickering.

It's now almost certain that Bill's "talent" is "plunder"!

Stealing other people's [talents].

However, whether this "plundering" is permanent or short-lived remains to be seen!

"Ho—"

"A bunch of idiots, you don't really think I'm going to die, do you?"

"Clap clap clap..."

As Bill moved his head, the sculpture's head beside him suddenly began to crack and fall off... Inside the sculpture's head, a train pass slowly appeared.

The words "[Former Station]" and "[Cherishing Station]" are clearly written above.

"Oh?"

"So this is the pass?"

Taking the card, Bill skipped over to the ticket gate. Instead of swiping it, he looked at the rest of the group: "Come on! Let me see if any of you can keep up with me!"

Under his scrutinizing gaze, the sculpture of Picardlin slowly spoke: "What...is the thing you value most?"

"My...the one I value most..."

"Are you bathing in the Yokogawa River?"

Without a second thought, Picardlin casually answered, assuming he could be brought back to life!

pity...

"Thump—"

After the sculpture's head was blown off, his head flew off as well. Pikachulin's nonchalant smile was still on his face, but as his head flew off, this time the corpse's neck gushed blood with a "plop plop plop" sound!

"puff!!!"

The headless corpse was like a fountain of blood, gushing blood on the spot for a while before collapsing with a thud!

This time, Pikachuslin's shadowy figure remained still. His body began to slowly lose its warmth. He... was truly dead!

【ding dong——】

[Pikachu, a participant in the Indianapolis dungeon, has died in this dungeon!]

[The "Memory Train" is coming to the Indian city of "Ridexin"!]

A solemn and cold voice suddenly rang out in the waiting hall. Apart from Bill, Anlan, and Menloka, everyone else stared in astonishment at the dead Picardlin!

[Holy crap? How did that Indian guy die?]

[Isn't he immortal? What? Did he run out of uses?]

[Holy crap, he seemed so confident, I thought he was going to get through without taking any damage again! What happened? He died already?!]

[I'm doing butterfly stroke in Yokogawa: Holy crap! Holy shit! Picardin, you son of a bitch! My whole family is at "Reeding"! Holy crap! What the hell?! Why is there a car horn outside?!]

[My dad is God Cow: Pikachulin, you'll die a horrible death! What are you pretending for?! You don't know? Can't you ask us?! You love eating cow dung! Have you forgotten?! Holy crap! Why are there so many people standing there in the street, lost in thought?!]

[Run! Run! The capital city of Reeds is about to collapse!]

The UN's live chat was inexplicably filled with a burst of Indian language.

quickly!

News of a large-scale stagnation of the population in Ridehin, the capital of India, has spread rapidly.

These people, whether walking down the street or at home, inexplicably seemed to have lost their will to act, standing motionless in a daze. Meanwhile, a strange "train," like a dragon or snake, meandered through the sky, carrying away batches of bewildered Indians...

In the news, a hot topic surged to the top of the headlines in just five minutes.

The capital of India has completely fallen, and the entire population has lost consciousness and been transported away by unmarked trains... Conservative estimates put the number of missing persons at around 30!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! I'm almost at the outskirts of the city! I'm almost...wait, what am I doing? Why am I holding my phone and sending comments?]

【Huh? Why is there a train in front of my house?】

[Hey—what's being live-streamed on your phone?]

The previously noisy Indian comments in the UN live stream have inexplicably become sparse and confused.

People from other countries who saw this felt a sudden sense of unease.

[Free America, gunfights every day: Ward? Is this a dungeon crawl, forcibly making the entire city forget its memory? Does that mean the whole city is full of idiots?]

[Peppa Pig: Holy crap! This dungeon is unsolvable! Once it descends, the entire city is doomed!]

[Mafia Liquor Wholesale: A friend from India asked me to pass on a message—Fuck you, Bill! What did you do to deserve this?!]

【...】

The chat in the live stream room had completely exploded.

Can...

In contrast, the waiting hall remained cold and silent...

......

"What...is the thing you value most?"

The third question came to Anlan again.

The snow-white sculpture placed its hands on its neck, and An Lan felt a sharp pain in his neck, followed by a tearing sensation. He stared silently at the word "scum" imprinted on its hands, his expression flickering.

"I gave consistent hints the first two times... but the word 'scumbag' is still unexplained... These should all be rewards from previous relationship progression strategies..."

"[Scumbag]? A hickey?"

"Am I a 'scumbag'? What do 'scumbags' do?"

"Ugh—ugh!!!"

The skin below her neck was torn open, bleeding profusely. An Lan, in disbelief and with a shaky voice, uttered, "I...the thing I value most is...playing with feelings, playing with the feelings between men and women..."

"Correct answer..."

"Da da da—"

The snow-white sculpture's hands instantly lowered, and the sculpture's head began to fall off. Behind the clay sculpture, a travel card appeared in front of An Lan. An Lan grabbed the travel card with a strange expression and went to the ticket gate.

"A generous gift of crab!"

"You got it right again?!"

"You bastard!!!"

Bill was so angry he couldn't speak. His gaze was fixed intently on An Lan's face, and he hesitated for a long time... but still didn't use his ability. It seemed he had some reservations...

"What's the thing you value most?!"

The "Truth or Dare" segment continues, and the fourth person is Kim Bon-seok. Unsurprisingly, his head fell off, then recovered, and he received his "pass" and waited at the ticket gate.

Fifth place!

Before [Sculpture] could even ask a question, Mekalin started mimicking Anlan, touching herself all over. The red markings on her chest made her look somewhat surprised.

Can...

"What you value most..."

Before the sculpture could finish speaking, Mikarin blurted out, "Masochistic tendencies! I have masochistic tendencies in certain aspects!"

"Correct answer!"

"ha?!"

"You two got it right again?!"

Last but not least, Mencarlo watched helplessly as the person in front of him took the card and left. Golden light flickered around him again, and his gaze was fixed on the [sculpture], as if he were about to attack!

"Oh?"

"Menloka's [talent] has returned?"

"So... that means Bill's 'plunder' can only take one person at a time? No wonder he keeps making threats but hasn't actually done anything..."

An Lan watched this scene, lost in thought.

"What's the one thing you value most?"

"Buzz—"

A golden light began to flicker between the openings of the sculpture, enveloping Menloka and the sculpture.

As An Lan watched the two figures disappear, her lips moved slightly: "Hey! If you can't win, I have a suggestion! Give me a broad answer! Don't limit yourself!"

"For example, the answer could be 'drinking and fighting,' which, though one sentence, answers two aspects!"

Thanks!

"Buzz—"

Amidst the shimmering golden light, the four people at the ticket gate exchanged glances and placed their magnetic cards on the gate.

"Click—"

The station's roller shutter doors opened again!

"Waaaaah—"

At the platform of [Past Station], the [Twilight Train] sounded its whistle. Train attendant Sandy stood at the train door, giving An Lan a slight smile: "Passengers! The train is about to depart!"

"Next stop! [Cherish the Station]!"

"Ta-da!"

With only a few minutes left on the countdown, the group hurriedly returned to the train carriage!

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The train's operating sounds began to ring out. An Lan looked at the LED lights on the ceiling of the carriage and raised an eyebrow: [Next stop: Xizai Station, estimated arrival time: 30 minutes!]

"hiss..."

"Wait... the train's running time is getting faster and faster..."

"Could it be that the more memories we lose, the faster it runs? Is its fuel... the memories of its passengers?!"

A bold guess inexplicably formed in An Lan's mind. Her gaze fell on the "Past Station" sign, her eyes turning cold: "Past...Past...Lost memories of the past?"

"That's a pity..."

"It can't be..."

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Just as An Lan was deep in thought, a tall figure, with bloodstains all over his neck, rushed towards the train!

Menloka, this guy actually made it out alive!