Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 25

Unlike the strange, hostile spirits and wraiths Su Ci had encountered before, the little snowball was a high-dimensional being born from the instance itself. After drifting through so many game realms, he’d picked up enough to understand most everyday language.

Baby?

Like the cherished long nails the woman in red ghostly robes adored?
Or the wok spatula that white-haired old granny refused to part with?
Or maybe the wrench the mechanic clung to like an old friend?

Baby!

It meant he belonged to Wife.
That made him so happy.

Those two simple words hit with the force of a tender kiss.

Trembling violently, the blood-red snowball melted into a puddle of sticky “bloodwater.”

Ripples spread across its surface, slowly creeping up to wrap Su Ci’s entire right hand, forming a snug, red glove.

The scene… would’ve been quite sweet—if you ignored the crimson droplets trickling between her fingers and the jet-black eyeball circling her knuckle like a ring.

Even the hardened viewers of her stream—well-trained in horror tolerance—fell dead silent for a beat, then erupted into howls of sheer panic.

【Help! What is she doing?! How could she call that thing her baby?! Run, run, RUN!】

【I bet 10 points she’ll lose her right hand or lips next! That damned ghost better back off!】

【It’s over! That’s the final roaming BOSS—our girl’s a goner!】

【…Wait. Is this a dual-form BOSS? Is it angry, or… shy? Not sure. Let’s observe.】

【You’ll ship anything, huh? Must be starving.】

The now-crimson snowball snuggled close to Su Ci like a portable heater. Sensing her comfort, it released waves of warmth, and her frozen hand quickly regained feeling.

Then… she realized it was softly sucking on her fingertips. The tingling sensation was oddly ticklish—like a small animal nuzzling affectionately.

“Good boy.”

Due to its original composition, the warmer the snowball got, the softer it became—until it resembled milk spilled across the snow, bubbling gently with heat.

Su Ci didn’t resist. She let the white liquid engulf her, as if slipping into a hot spring. The cozy warmth felt almost luxurious.

Only, the pure white “milk” gradually turned a soft pink—becoming a cute, strawberry-milk color.

The stream viewers were utterly horrified.

They were sure that rosy hue had to be her blood.

Why now, of all times, did the roaming BOSS decide to make trouble for their girl?!

Su Ci scooped up a small lump of the “milk” and squished it in her hands like a stress ball. The snowball clearly loved this kind of playful squeezing—its color deepened the redder it got.

Until it steamed in the icy air.

“Baby, do you have a name?”

The snowball wiggled twice, its dark eyes shifting side to side. A strange little voice emerged:

“Guai… wu…”

He didn’t have a name.
Players always called him monster, so he figured that must be what he was.

But… he didn’t like it.

In this world, anyone could be a monster. The woman in red. The axe-wielding security guard. The mechanic.
But he didn’t want Wife to call him that.

He just wanted to be her good baby.

“I see,” Su Ci said, sculpting two little ears onto his head, then tracing letters into the milk with her fingertip.
“Then… how about I give you a name? Is that okay?”

The snowball’s glossy black eyes sparkled with light. He burst joyfully from her hand like a pair of bouncy rubber balls, thudding across the snow in frenzied excitement.

“Rongxue. Let’s go home, okay?”

Yes! Yes!!

Wife gave him a name—it sounded so nice!

Let’s go home now!

Only then did Rongxue realize… he’d made her search far too long. He could’ve taken her home much earlier, spared her the hunger and cold of the snowy mountain.

But he hadn’t dared.

He’d been afraid Wife would hate him, or fear him—after all, he was a terrifying monster.

So he’d only created a little noise here and there, hoping she’d notice him.

He just wanted a little piece of her attention.

He never imagined she would scoop him up so gently, hold him in her hands, give him a name of his own—something that made him different from all those hideous, grotesque monsters.

From that point on, Rongxue could only remain in a soft, fluid state. He was too warm inside and out—there was no cooling down.

He was blissfully happy.

Meanwhile, the stream chat had nearly passed out from terror.

【H-Home? Is that some kind of new clearance strategy? Miss, please explain!】

【Wait… so she was wandering the whole time… looking for the final roaming BOSS?!】

【Why HIM?! Why does he get to—?!】

The next second, Su Ci’s stream went black.

All that many viewers saw was a final flash of white milk-like fluid, surging like a ghostly tide, swallowing her whole and vanishing into the snow.

【She’s… gone?】

【Nooooo! Bring her back!】

【I’m putting a bounty on Rongxue, that final roaming BOSS! 100 million points for anyone who avenges our girl! I’ll raise more if I have to—who’s in?!】

Thirty seconds later, the stream flickered back to life.

Su Ci stood at the gates of Mid-Mountain Villa. Snowflakes fell from her shoulders and clumped into a neat little ball resting in her palm, blinking up with two black eyes.

Rongxue extended a little tentacle, plucked off a chunk of himself, and kneaded it into the shape of a key. He proudly held it up to Wife like a precious treasure.

He didn’t know whose villa this was, but now that they were here—it was theirs.
His and Wife’s cozy little home.

Actually, the whole instance was his.
All the other instances too.
One day, he’d take Wife on vacation to the fun ones.

Su Ci poked his puffed-up cheek and teased with a soft laugh,
“You know how to pick locks? Our Rongxue is so clever. But… I think this door belongs to someone else.”

Rongxue’s body flushed bright red. After a long moment, he clung to her finger and muttered:

“…I… allow… guests… to live… Wife… only one…”

Su Ci understood two things immediately:

First, Rongxue was the landlord—he allowed other “monsters” to live in the instance.

Second, he really liked to split hairs over wording.

So she changed her phrasing to appease him:
“My precious Rongxue.”

“Mmm, Wife’s~ baaaaby~”

The stream chat was in shambles.

【Is… is this how you use a final roaming BOSS?! She sweet-talked him into embryo form in like five sentences!】

【I begged and cried at other instance bosses for hours—called them Daddy and Grandpa—and still got wrecked!】

【I wanna be coaxed into embryo mode too. I should’ve stayed in the instance and become a monster instead!】

Su Ci raised her hand and knocked lightly on the villa’s door. It creaked open with a deep groan—and a blast of warm air laced with a thick scent of blood poured out.

A security guard wielding a massive axe stood in the doorway.

His bald head had been cleaved in two. The axe was still lodged in his neck. His empty, blood-red eyes gleamed as he grinned with sinister glee.

【AHHHHH! MOM HELP!】

【Whew… false alarm. This is more like a proper S-class instance—time to terrify the weaklings.】

【I can’t look. I’m scared she’ll be chopped into stew meat.】

【Even if she becomes minced meat… she’d still be pretty meat. I’ll avenge her no matter what!】

Su Ci greeted politely:
“Hello, Uncle. I got lost climbing the mountain. May I stay at your place for a few days? I can help around the house.”

The guard, halfway through reflexively swinging his axe, froze.

Two hours and fifty-five minutes—still within the time limit.

A polite, well-mannered kid. Permission granted.

W-Wait… what was that thing in her hand? It looked… familiar?

The guard rubbed the blood-streaked eyeballs dangling from his cheeks. His blurred vision finally cleared.

L-L-Lord Landlord?!

He split a grin from ear to ear, revealing jagged, gleaming fangs:
“No, no need to help out. Come on in and have some hot soup, dear girl…”

Su Ci smiled and bowed slightly.
“Thank you, Uncle.”