Chapter 120: Lost Memories
"Next."
"Ahhh!"
A scream as tragic as a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the station hall.
Bill’s left thigh suddenly flew off, blood gushing from the severed limb.
He collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud, writhing in agony like a grotesquely deformed creature.
"Why? Why?!"
The unbearable pain caused the veins on his face to bulge violently.
Blood pooled beneath him as he gasped for breath, staring at the sculpture in disbelief.
"Why?!"
"How could I not know what color I like?"
"What gives you the right to say I was wrong?"
His furious roar echoed through the hall.
The sculpture remained completely motionless.
Like a proud rooster, it simply gazed into the distance.
"What color do you like?"
Another gloomy voice echoed.
This time, it was Picasselin’s sculpture speaking.
"Huh?"
"Me?"
"M-Me?"
Picasselin was still stunned by the previous scene.
His trembling lips quivered.
"My favorite color... of course it’s..."
His mind went completely blank.
Picasselin hesitated.
Again.
And again.
He didn’t dare answer.
"I... I..."
But he remained frozen.
The sculpture had no intention of waiting.
It slowly bent down.
With an eerie motion, it grabbed its own left thigh.
Thud!
It tore the leg off and hurled it away.
"AHHHHH!"
Another pig-like scream rang through the station.
Picasselin’s left leg was instantly ripped away.
His body lost balance and crashed onto the ground.
Fortunately...
He wasn’t as miserable as Bill.
After writhing grotesquely for several seconds, a dark shadow spread from the severed thigh.
To everyone’s shock—
A brand-new leg slowly regenerated.
"You... you..."
Bill stared with bloodshot eyes, unable to process what he was seeing.
Meanwhile, Picasselin repeatedly slapped his forehead.
No matter how hard he tried...
He simply couldn’t remember what color he had once liked.
At the same time...
Inside the United Nations live broadcast.
"Huh? No way! Why?"
"I clearly remember Bill’s profile saying he liked flesh-colored stockings."
"How could he forget something like that?"
"He touches flesh-colored stockings every day!"
"How could he suddenly forget?"
Another barrage appeared.
"Picasselin, are you crazy?"
"Black!"
"BLACK!"
"Who from our glorious A3 Nation doesn’t like black?"
"What is happening?"
"How could he forget something so basic?"
"Wait..."
"Why do I feel like they’ve all lost part of their memories?"
The barrage from every nation exploded.
Everyone questioned the contestants’ strange performance.
At that moment—
A solemn voice echoed once more.
"You."
"What color do you like?"
This time...
It was Shen Yu’s sculpture that spoke.
"Oh..."
"Oh!"
"It’s here!"
"Since everyone else’s memories have been tampered with..."
"There’s no way Shen Yu can be an exception!"
"Shen Yu doesn’t even have a powerful talent."
"He’s definitely going to lose his leg!"
"I think I understand..."
"Are these people missing parts of their memories?"
"No matter what..."
"The Dragon Nation player is definitely going down now."
The barrage instantly became excited.
Especially the viewers from A3 Nation.
Their contestant, Picasselin, had already lost an arm and a leg...
He had even died once.
Fortunately, he possessed an ability that allowed him to recover.
The players from the other countries...
Were suffering genuine injuries.
Inside the Defense Department of Jiuyi City...
Ho Yong stared nervously at the screen.
On the table before him...
Sat the sinister telephone capable of making calls into the dungeon.
He hesitated.
Should he make the call?
"Lu Xian..."
"Based on your experience..."
"Take a look."
"Has Shen Yu also lost his memory?"
Ho Yong asked uncertainly.
Lu Xian carefully observed every contestant’s expression.
After a moment...
She nodded lightly.
"Judging from their expressions..."
"They’re all confused."
"It looks like certain memories have truly disappeared."
"Or perhaps..."
"They’ve left them behind at the previous station."
Her expression suddenly changed.
"Could it be..."
Before she could finish—
Ho Yong had already grabbed the telephone.
"Red!"
"Shen Yu’s favorite color is red!"
"He can’t lose a leg!"
"Otherwise..."
"How will he survive later?"
"Wait."
Just as the phone was about to be lifted—
Lu Xian suddenly stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
"Don’t rush."
"Have you forgotten?"
"The attendant asked Shen Yu several questions earlier."
"..."
Ho Yong froze.
Lu Xian slowly smiled.
"Just wait."
"Maybe..."
"Shen Yu will be fine."
"You."
"What color do you like?"
The cold voice echoed through the waiting hall.
Every gaze immediately turned toward Shen Yu.
A confused expression appeared on his face.
Indeed...
He couldn’t remember liking any particular color.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Taking a long time before answering.
Meanwhile—
The sculpture before him slowly bent over.
Its hands wrapped around its own left thigh.
"Shen Yu..."
"You’re dead."
Bill glared viciously at him.
At that moment—
Shen Yu suddenly felt an itch on his neck.
Subconsciously...
He reached up and touched it.
His fingers brushed against several strawberry-shaped lipstick marks.
He instinctively muttered,
"...Red lipstick."
"Correct answer."
Silence.
Absolute silence filled the hall.
"What?"
"What?!"
"That’s it?"
"Correct?"
Even Shen Yu looked momentarily stunned.
In truth...
He didn’t even remember where the lipstick marks on his neck had come from.
Ever since getting off the train...
His memories had become increasingly blurry.
Touching the lipstick marks...
Had been nothing more than instinct.
Or...
Was it?
Shen Yu stared blankly at the sculpture.
Everyone else...
Simply stared blankly at him.
"You..."
"How is that possible?"
"You..."
"Shen Yu..."
"You cheated!"
"Didn’t you?!"
"Why are there so many strawberry marks all over your neck and face?"
"And what’s with the word ’Scum’ written on your face?"
"You..."
"You wrote the answers down beforehand!"
"You cheated!"
"I’m reporting you!"
"I’m reporting someone for cheating!"
Bill screamed hysterically.
Unfortunately...
The only things around him were expressionless sculptures...
And stunned contestants.
No one responded.
Even the United Nations live broadcast exploded.
"So that’s it!"
"I understand now!"
"After getting off the train..."
"They didn’t just lose recent memories."
"They lost part of their memories from before boarding as well!"
Another viewer posted,
"Exactly."
"Just look at their expressions."
"But Sandy really came through."
"She secretly gave Shen Yu the answers in advance."
Another barrage appeared.
"So much for saying charm doesn’t matter."
"If you aren’t handsome..."
"Don’t blame the road for being uneven."
"My brother-in-law is basically a walking charm demon."
"What’s wrong with taking a shortcut?"
"What’s wrong with getting special treatment?"
Meanwhile...
The foreign audiences erupted.
"I refuse to accept this!"
"Why does everyone else lose their memories..."
"While Shen Yu gets hints?"
"That’s unfair!"
"UNFAIR!"
"Rematch!"
"RE-MATCH!"
Immediately...
The Dragon Nation viewers fired back.
"If you can’t eat soft rice..."
"Don’t be jealous of the people who can."
"Being able to win a woman’s favor is also a skill."
"If you don’t have that ability..."
"Then stop acting sour."
Inside the dungeon...
The contestants remained completely bewildered.
But outside...
The audience watching from a god’s perspective...
Had already understood everything.