Chapter 122: Cheater
His stark white bones twisted violently, piercing through his abdomen and protruding from his flesh.
His lower abdomen continued writhing unnaturally as his entire torso folded into a grotesque shape.
Bang!
He collapsed heavily onto the ground.
"AAAH!"
This time, the twisting happened so quickly that he didn’t even have time to scream.
Blood poured from every orifice.
His breathing stopped.
"He... He..."
"He has to be dead this time, right?"
Menloa stared fixedly at Picasselin’s corpse.
However, Shen Yu wasn’t looking at the body.
His eyes were locked onto Picasselin’s shadow.
Gurgle...
Gurgle...
The black shadow condensed into a writhing mass.
As it slowly spread across the ground, Picasselin’s mangled body gradually twisted back into place.
"Damn..."
"An immortal body?"
"What the hell is this?"
"Isn’t this the real cheat?"
"With an ability like this, couldn’t you just charge forward without thinking?"
The livestream comments immediately exploded in frustration.
Inside the waiting hall, everyone watched Picasselin’s recovery with different expressions.
"What clothing do you like?"
Another cold, solemn voice rang out.
This time...
It was Shen Yu’s turn.
His sculpture’s abdomen began to twist.
At the same time, Shen Yu’s waist involuntarily bent into a grotesque angle.
His shirt pocket suddenly sagged.
He frowned.
What clothes do I like?
Do I even have a favorite outfit?
Confusion filled his mind.
Bill stared viciously at Shen Yu.
"Come on."
"Let’s see how you answer this one."
"Don’t tell me the clothes you’re wearing are your favorite."
In the tense silence...
A pair of black fishnet stockings suddenly slipped from Shen Yu’s shirt pocket.
Thud.
Instinctively, Shen Yu picked them up.
He rubbed the silky fabric in confusion.
"Black stockings?"
"Why would I have stockings on me?"
"Correct answer."
"Huh?"
"What the hell?"
"You’re cheating!"
Another unbelievable answer.
And once again...
It was correct.
Shen Yu stood there dumbfounded.
Everyone else was equally stunned.
"What the hell?"
"My brother..."
"Are you some kind of freak?"
"Why are you carrying stockings around?"
"I report this!"
"I report him!"
"He’s cheating!"
"Did he know the questions beforehand?"
"Did he?"
This was already the second time Shen Yu had answered correctly without suffering any punishment.
Bill’s eyes became bloodshot with rage.
"Why?"
"Why does everyone else have to rely on outside assistance and powerful talents just to survive?"
"And you?"
"A D-Class talent!"
"A stepping stone!"
"Yet you answer correctly every single time without getting hurt!"
"How is that possible?"
"He’s cheating!"
"There are cheats!"
Bill roared hysterically.
The waiting hall fell silent.
Everyone stared strangely at Shen Yu, unable to understand where those stockings had come from.
"Damn."
"This is the real shameless cheat."
"I spoke too soon earlier."
"No matter how outrageous Picasselin is..."
"He still can’t compare to Shen Yu."
"Damn."
"I guessed it already."
"The third question..."
"Isn’t it simply asking what you like most?"
"That conductor practically spoon-fed the answers to Shen Yu."
"Reported."
"Someone’s cheating with beauty."
"Bribing the dungeon NPC."
The barrage exploded again.
Meanwhile...
Shen Yu simply folded the stockings away.
Then he subconsciously touched his face.
A bright-red lipstick mark reading ’Scum’ was stamped onto his palm.
"What clothing do you like?"
The questioning continued.
This time...
It was Gene Ben Shua’s turn.
His outside assistance had already been used.
He looked around helplessly.
After hesitating...
His gaze shifted between Mealin and Picasselin.
Finally...
It settled silently on the fully recovered Picasselin.
Without saying a word.
"Hey."
"What are you doing?"
Menloa looked utterly confused.
"Why isn’t he answering?"
"Has everyone given up?"
A moment later...
His eyes widened.
"AAAAAH!"
As the sculpture twisted its waist...
Gene Ben Shua’s abdomen spun like a corkscrew.
His agonized screams echoed throughout the waiting hall.
Blood burst from all seven of his orifices.
Yet...
His shadow strangely continued writhing.
As the shadow moved...
His twisted waist gradually returned to normal.
Exactly like Picasselin’s.
"What kind of ability is that?"
"It’s copying."
Before Menloa could ask...
Shen Yu calmly answered.
"He copied Picasselin’s talent and used it to survive."
"So far..."
"Among the six national-team members..."
"Three talents have already been revealed."
"Menloa..."
"Spatial imprisonment."
"Picasselin..."
"The Undying Shadow."
"Gene Ben Shua..."
"Copy."
"Every single one of them is incredibly powerful."
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"This is our Ara!"
"Excellent decision!"
"Of course!"
"Ara is part of the national team!"
Because of Gene Ben Shua’s self-destructive strategy...
Another wave of Korean comments flooded the United Nations livestream.
"Copying really is a divine-level talent when used properly."
"My god."
"Is this the strength of a national team?"
"Using talent to brute-force the dungeon."
"To be fair..."
"Even though their talents are incredible..."
"I still think Shen Yu’s human-shaped charm demon build is even more terrifying."
"It’s hard to say."
"If the dungeon keeps progressing..."
"Will everyone continue losing more memories?"
"If that happens..."
"Will Shen Yu still remember all these advantages?"
As the barrage continued discussing...
The sculptures accelerated the questioning.
"What clothing do you like?"
This time...
The question reached Mealin.
She quietly looked toward Shen Yu.
After hesitating...
She slowly unbuttoned her gray jacket.
A dark-red lace camisole was revealed beneath.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"It should be..."
"Lace pajamas."
"Correct answer."
Once again...
An incomprehensible correct answer.
Everyone looked strangely between Mealin and Shen Yu.
Mealin calmly buttoned her jacket.
Meanwhile...
Shen Yu looked completely baffled.
Just what is this woman’s talent?
"What clothing do you like?"
The question moved to Menloa.
The huge bear-like man finally panicked.
He scratched his head repeatedly.
He couldn’t remember.
His outside assistance was already gone.
He had no powerful talent like Bill.
There were no tricks left.
He could only look around helplessly.
"I hereby announce..."
"The first true victim has appeared."
"Menloa from Bear Country."
"Great."
"I’ve been annoyed with Bear Country for a long time."
"Looks like they’re finished."
"What a useless drunk."
"Hurrah!"
"Come out and fight!"
"If Bill hadn’t been so despicable..."
"How could we have lost?"
As another argument erupted in the livestream...
Shen Yu noticed Menloa looking directly at him.
His eyes were filled with hope.
Among everyone present...
Menloa instinctively trusted only Shen Yu.
Shen Yu frowned.
Should I save him?
Considering Menloa had treated him fairly before...
He really should help.
But...
How would I know what he likes to wear?
His gaze swept over Menloa.
Suddenly...
His eyes stopped on the muddy footprints covering the back of Menloa’s leather coat.
A vague memory surfaced.
Menloa silently lowering his head...
Carefully patting the footprints off that leather coat.
Buzz...
The memory flashed by.
Then disappeared again.
As though something had stolen it.
Shen Yu stood there in a daze.
When did that happen?
The first time I met Menloa...
Wait...
If that leather coat means so much to him...
"Hey, Menloa."
"If you trust me..."
"Choose the leather coat you’re wearing."
"Of course..."
"If it’s wrong..."
"Don’t blame me if you die."
Just as Menloa was sinking into despair...
Shen Yu suddenly spoke.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Menloa’s sculpture unexpectedly turned around.
It slowly walked back into the sculpture shop.
At the same moment...
Bill’s sculpture spoke once more.
"The final question."
"What is the thing you value most?"
"Huh?"
"There’s still another one?"
Cold sweat instantly drenched Bill’s forehead.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
This time...
Without waiting for his answer...
The sculpture slowly reached toward its own neck.
As if preparing to rip its own head clean off.
"What the hell?!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Who the hell knows what I value most?!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Panicking...
Bill desperately covered his own neck.
His eyes suddenly landed on Picasselin.
But before he could say a single word—
His head tilted sideways.
Thud.
It rolled off his shoulders like a ball...
Bouncing across the floor of the waiting hall.