Chapter 121: Lost Memories (ii)
Cheating.
Shen Yu was blatantly cheating.
A wave of viewers from various countries began attacking Dragon Nation, shouting that it was unfair and unreasonable.
Yet the dungeon offered no response.
No announcement.
No punishment.
The trial simply continued.
"What color do you like?"
This time, it was Gene Ben Shua’s sculpture that spoke.
Gene Ben Shua’s face immediately turned pale.
His eyes darted around nervously before he suddenly shouted into the air,
"Leadership!"
"Leadership, are you watching?"
"Quick!"
"Tell me what color I used to like!"
"Our memories have obviously been blurred!"
"I can’t answer correctly anymore!"
His voice echoed repeatedly through the empty waiting hall.
The others instantly relaxed.
"That’s right."
"When you don’t know yourself..."
"Asking the people outside is definitely the correct answer."
Everyone present belonged to their respective national teams.
None of them were fools.
In fact...
Even if Gene Ben Shua hadn’t thought of it first...
Menloa’s group had already intended to use the same method.
"Hooray!"
"Our South Korean representative is truly smart!"
"Well done, Gene Ben Shua!"
"According to OPAIS records, his favorite color is pink!"
"Huh?"
"Why pink?"
The United Nations live broadcast instantly exploded with Korean comments.
"Gene Ben Shua!"
"Gene Ben Shua!"
"Can you hear me?"
"Your favorite color is pink!"
"It’s pink!"
Suddenly—
A voice that only Gene Ben Shua could hear echoed in his ears.
His face lit up.
"Pink!"
"It’s pink!"
"I like pink!"
"Correct answer."
The sculpture’s cold voice sounded.
Gene Ben Shua finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"What color do you like?"
Next...
Mealin’s sculpture slowly opened its mouth.
"Is Mealin going to use her only chance for outside assistance?"
"Of course she should."
"If she answers incorrectly..."
"She’ll lose a leg."
"How will she clear the dungeon?"
"What is she doing?"
"Why isn’t she asking for help?"
The moment the sculpture spoke...
The barrage immediately urged Mealin to call for assistance.
Yet something strange happened.
Not only did Mealin remain silent...
Even the United Nations livestream contained almost no supportive comments from Iron Tower Country.
It was as though...
They had deliberately abandoned her.
"What?"
"What is she doing?"
"Why isn’t she using outside assistance?"
Shen Yu watched Mealin curiously.
Mealin suddenly looked toward Shen Yu.
He remained completely calm.
Subconsciously rubbing his lips...
She suddenly touched a streak of gray lipstick.
Without the slightest hesitation...
She answered,
"Gray."
"I like gray."
"Correct answer."
The sculpture immediately confirmed her answer.
The entire scene erupted again.
"No way!"
"You have this trick too?"
"Did the two of you cheat together?"
Everyone looked first at Shen Yu...
Then at Mealin.
Mealin merely smiled without saying a word.
Meanwhile...
Shen Yu was just as confused.
That shouldn’t be possible...
Those lipstick marks were obviously left by a woman because of me.
Maybe someone I’d charmed before was secretly helping me.
But her?
How did she do it?
Is it her talent?
Unable to understand...
Shen Yu’s suspicion toward Mealin only deepened.
Next...
Menloa’s sculpture spoke.
Without hesitation...
Menloa immediately requested outside assistance.
"White."
"The color of wine."
"Correct answer."
"What color do you like?"
Finally...
It was Matsumoto Megumi from Sakura Country.
She paused briefly.
Then...
To everyone’s surprise...
She neither requested outside assistance nor answered the question.
Instead...
She silently allowed the sculpture to act.
Crack...
Crack...
The sculpture calmly tore off its own thigh.
Thud!
Beneath Matsumoto Megumi’s kimono...
Her snow-white thigh was instantly severed.
She collapsed into a widening pool of blood.
Yet—
Astonishingly—
She continued smiling.
Beautifully.
Calmly.
As though she couldn’t feel pain at all.
"What the hell?"
"This Sakura girl didn’t even use outside assistance!"
"Has she gone crazy?"
"Wouldn’t it be smarter to save the hints?"
"What is she doing?"
"Why is she smiling?"
"People from Sakura Country!"
"Explain yourselves!"
"Has your contestant gone insane?"
Matsumoto Megumi’s actions instantly threw the livestream into chaos.
Yet...
Not a single Japanese comment appeared.
It was almost as though...
Everything had been planned beforehand.
They were deliberately allowing Matsumoto Megumi to self-destruct.
"Y-You..."
"Are you insane?"
Bill stared at the woman beside him in complete shock.
"Oh?"
"Lord Bill..."
"Are you worried about me?"
Blood continued pouring from her severed thigh.
Yet Matsumoto Megumi appeared completely oblivious.
She slowly crawled toward Bill.
"Shit!"
"Get away from me!"
"You crazy woman!"
Bill instantly leaped backward several meters.
He simply couldn’t understand her actions.
Neither could anyone else.
Everyone silently watched her writhing across the floor.
Without the slightest trace of pain.
Something...
Something is wrong with this woman.
Shen Yu watched Matsumoto Megumi carefully.
An ominous feeling gradually rose inside him.
"What clothing do you like?"
Suddenly—
Bill’s sculpture spoke again.
"What?"
"Again?"
Bill froze.
He stared blankly at the sculpture.
Gaga...
Gaga...
Gaga...
The sculpture’s abdomen slowly twisted to the right.
Its waist contorted like a thick rope.
At first...
Only the skin stretched.
But imagine...
If a person’s abdomen kept twisting.
Muscles.
Bones.
Organs.
Everything rotating together.
The lower body would gradually deform.
Fascia tearing apart.
Internal organs being crushed into paste.
Long before the twisting stopped...
The person would already be dead.
Gaga...
Gaga...
Bill suddenly felt the muscles around his waist reach their limit.
His spine creaked.
His lower abdomen began twisting grotesquely.
"Damn!"
"Damn it!"
"This question..."
"I absolutely can’t answer this one wrong!"
"If I fail again..."
"I’m really dead!"
He immediately shouted toward the sky.
"Management!"
"Quick!"
"Tell me!"
"What clothes do I like?!"
"Hurry!"
This time...
He didn’t dare delay even a second.
After several moments...
He seemed to receive an answer.
His face suddenly turned red.
Almost embarrassed.
Yet—
Crack...
Crack...
The sound of bones breaking echoed from his waist.
Bill no longer dared hesitate.
"I..."
"I like..."
"Leopard-print..."
"Triangle underwear!"
"Correct answer."
The sculpture calmly announced the result.
Bill’s twisted body slowly returned to normal.
He collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud.
His face was full of relief after surviving another disaster.
"Damn..."
"This is only the first station..."
"Are we seriously doing this already?"
"Leopard-print triangle underwear?"
"666."
"Bill’s tastes are pretty unique."
"I have to admit..."
"People from the Beautiful Country really are wild."
"I vaguely remember..."
"The only one in our country who can pull that off is a monkey."
Bill’s answer immediately triggered another flood of comments.
Outside...
The audience continued laughing and joking.
Inside the waiting hall...
The atmosphere only became heavier.
"What clothing do you like?"
According to the order...
It was now Picasselin’s turn once again.
Picasselin still looked hesitant.
He seemed completely unafraid of death.
Even though outside assistance was available...
He simply muttered,
"Logically..."
"I shouldn’t like wearing anything."
"Because..."
"I like being naked."
"Wrong answer."
Gaga...
The sculpture’s waist immediately began twisting violently.
At the same instant...
Picasselin’s abdomen bent into an impossible angle.
His waist folded and wrinkled in a horrifying, inhuman manner.