Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 228

[Welcome, players, to the full instance “Beloved Beauty’s Burial Tomb.” This instance is rated SS in difficulty. Proceed with caution—survival is not guaranteed.]

[Clear Condition: This instance uses a point-based competition system. At the end of the game, the top 25% of players in total points will qualify to clear the instance and receive point rewards.]

[Initial players: 36 | Current players alive: 36]

[Game Background: A nobleman’s beloved beauty died young from illness. Hoping to ensure her comfort in the underworld, the nobleman squandered vast wealth to construct this lavish tomb for her. It is filled with rare treasures, all buried with the deceased. Grave robbers, are you ready to become part of her burial collection?]

[Game Rules:]

① Players can freely choose their faction: 6 Beauties and Handmaidens, 30 Grave Robbers.
② Beauties must capture Grave Robbers; Grave Robbers aim to steal treasure.
③ Each hour, Grave Robbers must open at least one coffin. If they uncover a Beauty or Handmaiden, that person becomes a captured slave.
④ Coffins may contain rare treasures—or ominous things.
⑤ Game ends when either the Beauties capture all Grave Robbers, or the Grave Robbers kill all Beauties.
⑥ Further information must be discovered by the players themselves.

Staring at the endless wall of rules on her task panel, Wei Xinlian’s vision went dark—she nearly passed out.

Again?!

This damned instance again!

Why was it always this cursed, infinite-cycle survival game? And they threw her straight into an SS-rated instance?

Are you kidding me?

She couldn’t even understand the rules!

Even though it wasn’t her first time entering this instance, Wei Xinlian was still completely lost.

And this time, she wasn’t the only “newbie” here.

“What is this place?”

“Didn’t I get into a car crash? How’d I end up here?”

“Creepy and cold as hell… is this a haunted house or something? Who’s playing tricks?!”

Someone dared to shout into the dark.

The next second, a long-haired woman in red floated across the ceiling at inhuman speed, her hair trailing behind her like smoke.

“Ahhhh—!”

The new players instantly lost it, screaming in terror.

Meanwhile, the veteran players—unfazed by the spectacle—maintained a calm facade.

SS-level instance. Insanely complicated rules. Honestly, anyone would panic.

Well, almost anyone.

Because for the top-ranking maniac who dominated the leaderboard year-round, this wasn’t difficult at all.

With that in mind, the veterans started glancing around, secretly hoping that some overpowered player might carry them through.

Hopefully not that overpowered player though—the notorious psycho.

After all, the psycho didn’t differentiate between friend or foe. He once wiped out 99 players on his own team in a single instance.

In games like this, where players had to compete against each other internally, that lunatic loved to play the role of final boss—he wouldn’t stop until people broke down crying.

They scanned the room. No sign of him.

Looks like he’s not here. Survival chances just went up 50%.

The veterans had just started to breathe a little easier when—

“Yo, you looking for Daddy? I’m right here.”

Even the most hardened players nearly had heart attacks. They turned toward the voice, only to see the terror himself casually leaning against a carved stone pillar, tea cup in hand.

Wrapped in a tactical jacket that hugged his tall, lean frame, one long leg resting lazily on the floor—he looked completely relaxed.

This man’s presence was even more terrifying than the SS rating. Everyone instantly backed away, forming a wide circle around him.

Wei Xinlian reacted the most dramatically—like she’d just seen a man-eating beast.

Coward. Boring.

With a flick of his head, his short silver hair fell slightly over his sharp brows. Ling Su’s indifferent gaze settled just beside him.

On the yellow pearwood chair sat a young woman he’d never seen before.

A new face? Must be a recently-dead newbie.

Everyone followed his gaze—and froze.

That beautiful? She actually died and ended up in this hellhole?

Someone couldn’t help but recall the old line: Great beauty and valiant generals alike, doomed to die young and disappear from the world without a trace.

The ghostly air in the hall seemed to lighten.

After reading the background lore, the old players had originally been impressed by the nobleman’s love and extravagant mourning.

But now, all they could think was—

If the beauty looked like that, they’d have gone crazier than the nobleman—offering the entire world as her burial treasure wouldn’t have been too much.

Su Ci didn’t notice the attention. She was carefully reviewing the information on her personal panel:

[Player: Su Ci]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 20]
[Terror Level: 0%]
[Cause of Death: Fire]
[Talent Skill: “Time Rewind” (Level 1) – Duration increases with level. Currently: 1 second. Cooldown: 24 hours.]

She closed the system screen after reading through everything.

When she looked up, she met a cold, cynical gaze without warning.

A pair of striking eyes—narrow and sharp as blades beneath heavy lids—rested squarely on her.

Those eyes were beautiful. Dangerous.

His collar was turned up, covering most of his face. No expression to be seen, only a lazy smile that hinted at rebellion. He strolled toward her like he owned the place.

“Tea’s pretty good. Want a cup?”

Without waiting for a reply, he sat down next to her, picked up the teapot, and poured her a cup.

The candlelight flickered in the motion, casting eerie shadows across his features.

The teacup in his hand was nearly empty—just a little pale green tea left. Clearly, he’d made himself right at home.

Everyone else collectively gasped.

Who was this guy?! It was one thing to drink tea in a damn tomb, but now he was forcing a newbie to drink too?

This was a tomb, for crying out loud! Who in their right mind drinks tomb tea?!

Wei Xinlian hid behind the crowd and let out a sigh of relief—thank God she wasn’t the one being forced to drink this time.

Last life, when she was the newbie and hadn’t yet heard of Ling Su’s terrifying reputation, she didn’t move fast enough—and ended up cornered and forced to drink his tea.

The instance was filled with ghosts. One wrong move meant instant death. Veterans treaded carefully. How could she dare drink something like that?

She’d cried on the spot.

Ling Su just mocked her for being a coward.

Truth was… she’d died in a fire, and was terribly thirsty. All she wanted was a sip from his thermos, not to be force-fed from a damn teapot!

Who knew what was in it? Poison? Cursed water?

Sure enough, after she drank it, she felt terrible. It seriously affected her performance in the game.

Ling Su never apologized. He just kept mocking her—saying she was paranoid and jumpy.

Wei Xinlian looked at the poor girl next to him.

Her stomach twisted with guilt.

If I warn her… I’ll definitely make an enemy of Ling Su. That’ll ruin any chance I have of surviving this game.

Sorry… She gritted her teeth and took a step farther back, putting even more distance between herself and the harbinger of doom.

The rest of the players were tense. They didn’t want to cross Ling Su—but they also didn’t want to see such a pretty newbie get hurt.

They didn’t know what to do.

Su Ci, completely unfazed, accepted the steaming cup of tea, gave Ling Su a faint smile, and rasped in a hoarse voice:

“Thanks.”

And drank the whole thing.

Ling Su’s crooked smile froze.

She actually drank it?

The tea was mellow and sweet, the warmth of it washing away the lingering pain of her fiery death.

Su Ci set the cup down and casually glanced at the small teapot.

For some reason, Ling Su’s mood improved.

This was the first time a newbie wasn’t scared of him.

Noticing the scratch in her voice, he opened his thermos and took out a small red pill—right in front of her—and dropped it into the teapot.

The entire mood shifted.

Su Ci watched as the pale green liquid turned blood-red. Thick, viscous. Almost alive.

“What are you doing?”

Ling Su narrowed his eyes, lazy and malicious.

“Poisoning it. Still want a drink?”