Chapter 119: Three Questions
Shen Yu seemed to have calculated the timing down to the very second.
The instant the lights flickered and the five-second blackout began, he moved.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slipped behind his own statue and stared at its back with cold, unwavering eyes.
Neither of them moved.
The statue stood motionless.
So did Shen Yu.
"You..."
Monroka’s eyes widened.
"What are you doing? Stop! If you keep this up—"
He noticed Shen Yu’s strange movements immediately.
Yet Shen Yu remained completely calm.
After positioning himself behind the statue, he slowly raised both hands...
...and covered the statue’s eyes.
The lights returned.
Under the bright white glow of the sculpture shop, Shen Yu calmly took one step forward.
Tap.
The statue copied him perfectly.
It also stepped forward.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
One man.
One statue.
Moving together like synchronized puppets.
Neither attacked.
Neither resisted.
They simply walked toward the entrance of the sculpture shop.
Throughout the entire process, the statue never once attempted to strike Shen Yu.
"How..."
"How is that possible?"
Monroka stood rooted to the spot.
The statue had driven Bill away.
It had crushed Picasselin into a bloody pulp.
Yet Shen Yu had neutralized it so effortlessly.
"Phew..."
"It’s the eyes."
Meilin, the woman from Iron Tower Country, narrowed her eyes.
A flash of realization appeared across her face.
"This Dragon Country player..."
"He found the statue’s weakness."
Monroka still hadn’t recovered from the shock.
Meanwhile, Gene Benshua from Rice Country immediately copied Shen Yu’s actions.
He waited until the next blackout.
The moment darkness fell, he rushed behind his own statue and covered its eyes.
"So that’s it..."
"It’s vision."
"No matter what the statue does, it only reacts by following our movements."
"When we first entered this room..."
"The statues cried tears of blood."
"That wasn’t just for atmosphere."
"It was the dungeon’s first hint."
"The dungeon never creates an unsolvable dead end."
"When the lights go out..."
"The statues lose their vision."
"If we reach their blind spot during those five seconds and cover their eyes..."
"They can no longer track us."
"We’ve solved the ’Dare’ portion."
"But..."
"What about the ’Truth’ portion?"
Gene frowned.
No one could answer.
Following Shen Yu’s method, Gene guided his statue toward the entrance.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The statue repeatedly slammed itself against the glass door.
Yet the door remained completely unmoved.
Soon after...
Meilin and Monroka repeated the same strategy.
The four statues gathered in front of the entrance, blocking one another.
Then...
Something even stranger happened.
The blood and chunks of flesh splattered across the glass from Picasselin’s death suddenly began to wriggle.
Gurgle...
Gurgle...
Like countless crimson worms.
The remains slowly gathered together.
A dark shadow appeared beneath them.
Under Shen Yu’s watchful gaze...
Blood.
Bones.
Flesh.
Shadow.
Everything gradually fused together.
Several seconds later...
Picasselin’s figure stood there once again.
"Damn!"
"He didn’t die?"
"What kind of broken ability is that?"
Monroka’s eyes nearly popped out.
Meilin and Gene frowned deeply.
Only Shen Yu stared silently at the shadow beneath Picasselin’s feet.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
A shadow-based regeneration...?
No...
More like transferring fatal injuries through the shadow.
Interesting.
"Hahaha!"
"I didn’t expect the Dragon Country monkey to actually discover the survival rule."
"Not bad."
"Very good."
"So it’s all about avoiding the statue’s line of sight."
"Then I’ll start too."
The lights flickered once more.
Picasselin also rushed behind his statue, covered its eyes, and walked it toward the entrance.
Meanwhile...
Across the United Nations live broadcast.
The chat exploded.
"Holy crap! What kind of reserve player is this?"
"Forget flirting with female ghosts—even statues can be controlled!"
"Dragon Country really hid a monster."
"Now I understand why they chose him."
"He’s not ordinary..."
"He’s a walking demon."
Of course...
Not everyone was convinced.
Comments from Asen Country immediately flooded the screen.
"It’s just copying our Picasselin."
"Real strength still belongs to Bill."
"Little tricks are meaningless before absolute power."
As the online arguments intensified...
Golden light suddenly erupted inside the sculpture shop.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Buzz—
Bill reappeared.
Still carrying Matsumoto Aika in his arms.
The grotesquely twisted shoulders from earlier had already healed to an astonishing degree.
He casually rotated both arms.
They moved almost perfectly.
Shen Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
SS-Rank physiques really are terrifying...
Bill glanced around.
After seeing that everyone had copied Shen Yu’s solution...
He wasn’t annoyed.
Instead...
He smiled proudly.
"Shen Yu."
"You’ve done well."
"I hope you’ll continue serving me until the end."
"If God is pleased by the offerings of mortals..."
"He may allow an inferior species like you to survive."
Shen Yu simply looked at him.
He didn’t even bother replying.
Clang!
The moment all seven statues gathered before the entrance...
The glass door slowly opened by itself.
The distorted electronic voice echoed once again throughout the sculpture shop.
"Congratulations..."
"Congratulations..."
"The Dare segment has ended."
"The Truth segment will now begin."
Gurgle...
Gurgle...
Gurgle...
Black blood seeped from the mouth of Bill’s statue.
Its stiff lips slowly opened.
A hoarse voice emerged.
"Question One."
"What..."
"...is your favorite color?"
Bill froze.
His brows knitted together.
"...That’s it?"
"My favorite color?"
A trace of disdain flashed across his face.
Such a childish question?
Without thinking, he opened his mouth.
"My favorite color is—"
Suddenly...
His expression changed.
The very concept of "color" inside his mind became blurred.
Countless colors overlapped.
Mixed.
Twisted.
His memories became strangely chaotic.
After several seconds of hesitation, he finally answered,
"...White."
Wrong answer.
Crack!
Crack!
The statue suddenly bent over.
Using both hands...
It forcibly snapped off one of its own clay legs.
Thud!
Without warning—
The severed leg shot through the air like a cannonball.
Boom!
"AAGHHHH!"
Bill let out a miserable scream.
His right leg exploded into a shower of blood, bone, and flesh, as though struck by a giant hammer.
He collapsed onto one knee, his face turning deathly pale.
Cold sweat poured from his forehead.
The statue remained expressionless.
Black blood dripped from its mouth.
Then it slowly lifted its head.
Its lifeless eyes swept toward the next participant.
"Next."