Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 14: This was heaven

[Ding! Gathering information on Feng Yizhou and his system...]

A faint loading icon spun in the corner of her vision, and Qingran resisted the urge to tap her foot impatiently. Lingquan had never taken this long to process something before.

[Processing...]

[Error! Insufficient system authority to access complete data on Feng Yizhou's system.]

Qingran's brows furrowed. "What do you mean, insufficient authority? Are you saying his system is at a higher level than mine?"

[Ding! That information is classified.]

"..."

Qingran exhaled through her nose. The system never refused her requests outright like this. The fact that it couldn't retrieve data on Feng Yizhou meant one thing—his system wasn't ordinary.

[However, basic profile retrieval is possible.]

A new notification popped up.

[Feng Yizhou - Basic Data]

• Age: 32

• Status: CEO of Feng Corporation

• System: Unknown (Classified)

• Known Abilities: Strategic resource management, high-level combat training, enhanced perception

• Threat Level: Moderate-High

• Potential Usefulness: Extremely High

Qingran narrowed her eyes. Threat level: moderate-high? Not high but not low either. It was as if the system wasn't entirely sure how dangerous he was.

She tapped a finger against her arm, deep in thought. "Lingquan, give me a probability analysis. If I work with him, how much would my survival rate increase?"

[Ding! Calculating...]

[Projected survival rate increase: +23.7%]

Twenty-three percent? Qingran's lips parted slightly. That was a huge jump.

Her system had never given her such a high probability boost for anything. Even upgrading her warehouse and securing rare survival items only gave her an 8–10% boost at most.

Lingquan's voice chimed again, disturbingly persuasive.

[Ding! You know, the devil in front of you is better than the one you don't know. You don't have to trust him—USE him. These resources won't be here forever.]

Qingran let out a slow breath. That was true.

The apocalypse wasn't just coming—it was inevitable. Every second wasted was another second lost in preparation.

Still, she hated the idea of working with someone she couldn't fully figure out. Especially someone like Feng Yizhou, who spoke as if they already had history when she knew they didn't.

...Right?

She rubbed her temples. Her gut told her there was more to this than she understood, but for now, logic won.

Qingran clicked her tongue. "Fine. I'll accept the task."

[Ding! Task accepted. Initializing collaboration with Feng Yizhou.]

At the same time, her phone buzzed.

It was message from you know who.

Feng Yizhou: You'll be calling me soon.

Qingran scoffed, tossing her phone onto the couch then reached back to get it. "Smug bastard."

But she didn't delete the message.

"I'm not even going to ask how you got my number..creppy f**k"

".."

"You really don't hold back on your words. But that's not enough to move me as well.."

"..."

"Lingquan what's my survival rate if I kill this narcissistic bastard.."

[Ding! Host might as well die along with him. Survival rate -0.1%"

"..!!"

Qingran's eye twitched. Minus 0.1%?

She wasn't even serious about it!

"You're telling me that killing him would lower my chances of survival?" She crossed her arms. "Explain."

[Ding! Feng Yizhou is a high-value asset. His strategic capabilities, combat skills, and system offer significant advantages in the apocalypse. Eliminating him would reduce available resources, intelligence, and potential alliances.]

Qingran exhaled through her nose. It made sense, but it was still infuriating.

She turned her attention back to her phone, hesitating for a moment before pulling up Feng Yizhou's number. She didn't remember saving it just now, but there it was.

A system notification popped up.

[Ding! A new contact has been automatically added: Feng Yizhou.]

Her expression darkened.

"Lingquan," she said slowly. "Did you add his number?"

[...]

[Ding! No comment.]

Qingran's brow twitched. Her system was playing tricks on her now?

She was about to delete the contact when a message popped up.

Feng Yizhou: I'll be expecting your call. Goodnight.

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Her grip tightened around the phone.

This bastard...!

She had never spoken a word about calling him, but somehow, he still acted like he knew exactly what she would do.

A chill ran down her spine.

She didn't believe in coincidences.

"Lingquan," she muttered. "Find out everything you can about him. And don't give me that classified nonsense."

[Ding! ...I'll try my best.]

That wasn't exactly reassuring.

Qingran sighed and tossed her phone onto the couch, rubbing her temples.

For now, she had more pressing matters to deal with—like figuring out how to secure more resources without owing Feng Yizhou anything.

Because whether it was instinct, paranoia, or something else entirely...

Something told her that getting involved with him was more dangerous than the apocalypse itself.

Qingran stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders as she made her way to the bathroom.

For now, she'd let the whole Feng Yizhou situation sit on the back burner. She had more important things to do—like enjoying the luxury of a proper bath while she still could.

She turned the faucet, watching the tub fill with warm water, the steam curling in the air. The scent of her body wash had notes of sandalwood and citrus mixed with the humidity, wrapping around her like a cocoon of indulgence.

This was one of the small luxuries she wouldn't have once the apocalypse began. She'd be lucky to get clean water, let alone hot water.

Stripping off her clothes, she stepped in, sighing as the heat seeped into her muscles.

This was heaven.

Leaning back, she reached for the shelf beside her, scanning her collection of skincare products. Even in the apocalypse, she refused to let her skin suffer. She had already stockpiled enough serums, creams, and sheet masks to last a decade—if she used them wisely.

Lingquan's voice chimed in.

[Ding! Reminder: In approximately 72 days, the availability of skincare products will plummet by 93%.]

Qingran scoffed, dipping her fingers into a jar of moisturizer. "As if I didn't already know that."

She massaged the cream into her skin, taking her time. Self-care wasn't just about looking good—it was about maintaining sanity.

And there was a lot of crazies at that time. she didn't even want to flashback.