Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 34

That night, when the twin-tailed little girl vanished after leaving behind a perfectly completed test paper, Melting Snow was struck by an overwhelming wave of panic like never before.

The axe-wielding security guard told him that this dungeon had three different levels of clearance conditions for players.

Completing the top-tier A-grade condition—pacifying all the monsters—would grant the player 100,000 points and several ultra-rare items.

And now, only two monsters remained in the villa: the axe-wielding guard and the mechanic.

At this pace, his wife would soon meet the conditions to leave the dungeon and return to the real world.

So, all that talk about getting rid of the others to enjoy a world of just the two of them—it had all been a lie. She’d fooled him. She wasn’t staying for him. She was just collecting points to leave.

The cruel realization shattered Melting Snow like cracking ice. He collapsed into a pile of snow that quickly melted into pitiful droplets of water—unable to hold himself together.

He seeped into the villa walls, the ceiling, the furniture… even his wife’s bed. Every corner. Watching. Afraid she’d disappear without a word.

Su Ci sensed something was off and gently cupped the slime in her palms, speaking softly to soothe him.
“What’s wrong? Is it the season change? Are you feeling unwell?”

The blizzard season was almost over, and the rising temperatures might be affecting cold-loving monsters like him, she thought. That might explain his recent gloom.

Ripples spread through Melting Snow.

Suddenly, he formed into his physical body and tackled Su Ci onto the bed. His toned body locked her in place—but carefully, not too heavy, supporting himself with his elbows.

“Wife… wife…”

Melting Snow looked like he was on the verge of tears. His already pale complexion had gone translucent. His lips were tightly pressed, drained of color, and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

He’d seen it today.

His wife had been tending to the ghost woman’s fingernails and the old lady’s wok spatula—both notorious SS-grade weapons, deadly and menacing.

So… had she figured out his darker thoughts? Was she planning to kill him with those?

He was sorry. He just wanted her to stay with him a little longer. Just a little more time. Then he’d let her go…

No. Why should he let her go? She said she’d stay with him forever. She made a promise. What was out there in the world anyway? Was she looking for another sweetheart?

Could another sweetheart be more obedient than him?

Would they turn into a snowman to keep her company?

Would they bring her joy like he did?

Dark thoughts overwhelmed him. From somewhere in the shadows, repressed tentacles slithered out silently, winding around Su Ci’s wrists and ankles.

“Wife, don’t leave me. I won’t allow it. I’ll do even better than before…”

Melting Snow leaned down and kissed her soft red lips, tears falling with every kiss. The tears morphed into gentle tendrils, clinging to her, sucking her warmth.

Su Ci let out a resigned sigh. So even monsters had a “cycle” like this? Melting Snow’s emotional period, it seemed, made him particularly… energetic.

She patted his tense, muscular back, breathing softly to calm him.
“Relax. I’m here, always. You’re such a good boy, Melting Snow. You can even be a little rougher.”

The boy blinked, droplets clinging to his eyelashes.

He couldn’t be rough. If he was too rough, she wouldn’t be able to speak to comfort him.

He loved it when his wife pampered him, coaxed him.

Even if this dream would end someday.

He’d deal with it when the time came. And if she really tried to leave him… he wouldn’t let her. He had so many hands—surely one of them could still hold on to her.

Xu Siwei cursed at Qin Jin the whole way up the snowy mountain. Even though she had taken Qin Jin’s two life-saving items, she still hated her to the core.

It was all Qin Jin’s fault—for not finding the glutinous rice monster in time to save her. She’d nearly died because of it.

Now she didn’t even want to leave the dungeon.

Back in the real world, her family was ruined. The company was gone. The money was gone. The house was gone. Her father was dead. And she had to care for her helpless mother.

How had everything ended up like this?

She would’ve been better off never being reborn—better that than the torment she’d suffered at the hot spring hotel. In the end, she’d still need the glutinous rice monster, still end up imprisoned in the dungeon.

In her past life, she’d known the monster hated heat. So she deliberately moved the bed next to the fireplace, making him suffer sleepless nights, watching over her in torment.

So now that the weather was warming, she was sure—he wouldn’t be at the villa. He must’ve hidden up in the colder, high-altitude peak of the mountain.

But when she finally reached the summit, she was met not with her monster, but with a pack of starving snow wolves.

Damn it! How could she have forgotten these beasts?

In her previous life, every time she’d tried to escape, they’d been the ones to drive her back.

She quickly threw on the cloak that blocked monsters. But these wolves weren’t monsters. They smelled prey—and charged.

Desperate, she activated the soup pot item.

But it only lasted one hour.

Outside, the snow wolves circled like sharks, their eyes fixed on her. They weren’t leaving.

Now she was truly terrified. Crying, she called out to the one monster she’d never wanted to face:

“…Help me… any monster, please… save me!”

At this moment, she couldn’t even remember his name. In the past, she always called him things like “monster,” “freak,” “pervert,” hurling every insult she could.

No one answered.

She shouted again, “You freak! Enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me suffer! This is what you wanted all along, right? Come out! I’ll go back with you, okay?”

This time, there was a response.

A handful of dead leaves rose on their own, catching her open mouth and stuffing it full—blocking her foul words once and for all.

Watching Xu Siwei walk to her doom, Qin Jin felt nothing but despair. This time, she didn’t call out to stop her.

Those two items—that was the end of their ten-plus years of friendship. Clean break.

Remembering her worried mother outside the dungeon, Qin Jin pulled herself together and quickened her pace toward “Wuxiang Farmstay,” hoping to finish the mission soon.

At first, she’d wanted to be like Su Ci—pacifying the monsters.

But she was genuinely afraid of them. One wrong word and their mood could shift instantly. The fear was real.

If her terror level exceeded 50%, the monsters would sense her insincerity, and the pacification would fail.

As for killing them all? That was out of the question. She had no tools, no talent. It was a death sentence.

Thankfully, the monsters in Wuxiang were kind and generous.

Qin Jin diligently completed tasks for a month and finally earned 10,000 points. The village chief was so grateful for her help during the rituals that he even gifted her an extra 500 points.

When she was finally sent out of the dungeon, Qin Jin discovered that those 500 extra points were worth an incredible amount in the real world.

One morning, Melting Snow woke up to find his wife missing. He panicked and ran everywhere—only to find her in the courtyard, grinding down a giant thigh bone.

Just looking at it hurt.

Was it another weapon meant for him?

He wanted to toss it away.

He didn’t want his wife to leave. No. Never.

He hung from the eaves, moping, until he overheard her calling out:
“Uncle Guard, could you help me chop this bone?”

The axe-wielding guard chuckled, “Sure thing, little lady. Not many chances left for me to help you with heavy lifting, huh?”

What?!

Melting Snow’s pupils shrank. He instantly interpreted it as: She’s leaving soon. She had told the guard—but kept him in the dark.

He shot to her side like a bullet. With blackened, corrupted tentacles, he punched the axe-wielding guard sky-high, radiating a cold, dangerous aura.

“Don’t. Touch. My wife.”

Melting Snow picked up the hefty thigh bone and, following the markings on it, sliced it into neat little chunks with icy precision—stacking them into a tidy pile.

His red-rimmed eyes blinked at her.

“Wife… is this okay? I can do it myself. You don’t have to hide things from me and ask them instead.”

It’s okay. If his wife wanted to kill him, he could accept that.

He just didn’t want anyone else touching her weapon.

If he had to die, let it be clean.

Melting Snow was only for her. Really.