Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 229

Wei Xinlian tried her best not to look at Ling Su.

But no matter how much she avoided him visually, she couldn’t block out his voice.

Poison? What poison?

Was it not enough that the newbie drank the tea—did he really have to go as far as poisoning her? Was he that ruthless?

Furious, Wei Xinlian turned around.

Only to hear the other players whispering nearby.

“This is my first time landing in a game with Ling Su. He’s even scarier in person than in the rumors. Totally unreasonable!”

“Do you think that thermos of his is filled with poison? If he wipes out the entire opposing faction, wouldn’t that guarantee him a smooth win?”

“Most people wouldn’t dare, but Ling Su? He totally would.”

Wei Xinlian froze.

That thermos?

He actually used something from that thermos… on a newbie?

Having lived this once before, she knew full well that Ling Su’s thermos didn’t contain water.

It was filled with all sorts of rare items—rewards from clearing high-difficulty dungeons, things even the points shop couldn’t offer.

And wasn’t he famous for never doing charity work? Why would he use such an item on a complete stranger?

Her eyes locked on the tea—thick and red like blood. Her throat felt unbearably dry, and she swallowed hard, only to wince from the pain.

That red pill… She’d almost died in her previous life before Ling Su had grudgingly tossed her one.

It worked miracles—not only could it heal physical trauma, it also drastically lowered fear levels.

She bit her lip, silently hoping the newbie wouldn’t drink it… so maybe she could have what was left in the teapot.

“Thanks, I’ll drink it.”

Su Ci accepted the cup again, lowered her head to sniff the crimson liquid. It had a faintly sweet, metallic scent. Then her lips touched the porcelain rim.

“Wait! Little newbie, didn’t your mom ever tell you not to take food from strangers? You should always be cautious. Trust your big sister—just don’t.”

A long, elegant hand reached out and snatched the cup away. Her sharp red acrylic nails glinted dangerously under the lights.

Following the pale arm up, you’d see a strikingly bold woman in a vibrant red camisole dress. Her features leaned mature—cold, regal, devastatingly beautiful.

The woman didn’t mind that Su Ci had already drunk from the cup. She raised it to her own lips and took a delicate sip.

Then gave a verdict: “Not poison. It’s a tonic. You can drink it now. I’m Li Song—team up with me later, pretty girl?”

She held the cup back out to Su Ci.

To be clear, she kindly explained, “My talent is purification.”

Her deep-set eyes sparkled with a teasing smile. Whether she was waiting for Su Ci to agree to team up, or just wanted to watch her drink that blood-colored “tonic,” wasn’t clear.

More and more people gathered to watch the drama unfold.

“Holy crap, that’s Li Song! She’s ranked seventh on the global leaderboard! I knew she liked girls!”

“Wait, isn’t that technically an indirect kiss…”

“So that’s a tonic? Are you saying the goddess I’ve been crushing on is about to get together with another goddess?”

“Hehe… I love watching pros mess with each other. The more chaos, the better!”

Su Ci took the cup back. As she did, she felt Li Song’s polished nail lightly scrape her palm—ticklish and subtle.

“Thanks for the warning, sis…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ling Su grabbed the cup and smashed it on the floor—tea and porcelain flying everywhere.

He picked up a clean cup, poured in tea, and handed it to Su Ci.

“Drink.”

Li Song curled her lips. “Men with violent tendencies don’t get the girl.”

Ling Su lifted his eyes and replied flatly: “Scram.”

Even a top-ranked player like Li Song couldn’t talk back. The others quickly reined in their curiosity and dropped any ideas of interfering.

Seriously though—one of them dared to pour tea, the other actually drank it. They were treating the dungeon like a damn tea party.

It wasn’t like there weren’t any other chairs around. It’s just… none of them had the guts to sit.

Su Ci drank several more cups in a row. Her body felt noticeably better, and her throat finally stopped hurting.

Ling Su casually set down the teapot and leaned on one hand, looking like he was about to nap.

Wei Xinlian slowly edged closer to the huanghuali wood table.

Her throat felt like sandpaper, and that teapot was the only one in the entire room. Since Ling Su had added the medicine, wouldn’t that cancel out whatever cursed crap was in it?

Just as her fingers reached for the handle, a gloved hand beat her to it—ripping off the lid and dumping scalding tea right on her face.

Ling Su didn’t even look to see who’d gotten too close.

“Scram. Don’t touch my stuff.”

Wei Xinlian held her burning face, stunned.

Wasn’t he the one who’d forced her to drink last time?

Now she wasn’t even allowed to touch it?

His arrogance seemed to anger the spirit haunting the tomb.

A ghostly weeping sound echoed through the air.

[Now beginning random assignment…]
[Assignment complete. Players, please choose your faction roles. The game will begin in ten minutes.]

Ling Su drew first.

Everyone tensed, eyes fixed on him.

Given his usual behavior, there was no doubt he’d pick the rarest role—the Beauty—then use the Handmaidens and Tomb Raiders like his personal pets.

Wei Xinlian was certain. He absolutely would.

In her past life, that’s exactly what he did. She’d been dazzled by his looks and chosen the Beauty’s team—only to be bossed around by Ling Su like a pawn.

Sure, she’d earned points, but she had zero freedom. Everything had to go through him. People said she’d only won by clinging to him.

Why should she accept that?

This time, she was going to choose the opposing faction.

Ling Su paused for a moment, then turned to Su Ci and asked calmly, “Do you want to play them, or play with them?”

The other players: “…What?”

What kind of question was that?

Play them? What the hell did that mean?

“I want to be a Tomb Raider,” Su Ci replied.

That’s the cruelty of SS-level dungeons—some players are destined to die. With 36 players and only a 25% survival rate, only nine could make it out alive.

Of course, in the real world, all players were technically already dead. The dungeon was a second chance—for the capable.

Ling Su grabbed a Tomb Raider card.

Every veteran looked like they’d been struck by lightning.

This… was not how Ling Su operated.

All the players who had wanted to ride his coattails into an easy win were left in total confusion.

Wei Xinlian was even more shocked. She’d seen him pick the Beauty last time!

That meant if she wanted to oppose him, her only option now was to pick Beauty or Handmaiden.

She hesitated.

As players took their turns, a boy with a soft, obedient face picked the only Beauty card.

A newbie, clearly—he read the card out loud like a kid with no filter.

[You are the Beauty, buried in this tomb after a tragic death. Gain points by commanding Handmaidens and Slaves to capture Tomb Raiders, gather offerings, and use those offerings.]
[Hidden rule: A sentimental Beauty may show mercy to a Tomb Raider they truly love.]

Veteran players looked at him like he was the biggest idiot on earth.

That settled it. All hesitation vanished. Everyone chose the Tomb Raider faction.

Better to be betrayed by Ling Su than die because of this clueless Beauty.

Su Ci chose Tomb Raider.

Li Song followed.

Even Wei Xinlian, after much inner turmoil, chose Tomb Raider too.

[You are a greedy Tomb Raider. Earn points by opening coffins, collecting treasures, killing Beauties/Handmaidens/Slaves, or receiving gifts from predecessors.]

Once all roles were assigned, a cold wind blew through the chamber. The boy and five others vanished—leaving thirty Tomb Raiders behind.

Dim oil lamps flickered to life.

Coffins lined the floor, streaked with dark red bloodstains. The atmosphere was chilling.

This wasn’t some guest hall—it was the central chamber of a tomb. Eight more doors led to side chambers.

The flickering flames cast distorted shadows, stretching across the walls like ghostly claws.

A small incense burner appeared on the table. A single stick of incense burned slowly, giving off a strange smell.

The game had begun. Every Tomb Raider had to open one coffin per hour—that meant within two real-time hours.

Li Song stepped out of the shadows, linked her arm through Su Ci’s, her soft curves pressing up against her.

“Come with me, little beauty.”

Then, deliberately loud, she kissed Su Ci’s cheek with a crisp mwah.

In the darkness, Ling Su clenched his fist in silence.

[Reminder: No same-sex romance is permitted in this world.]

Mini Theater

[Player: Ling Su]
Gender: Unknown
Age: 22
Height: 187cm
Measurements: 96/74/92
Length: 18.79cm
Terror Value: -100%
Cause of Death: Suicide
Talent: “Puppet Mastery”