Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 149

"So far everything feels okay, I haven’t done any check up...so I don’t know.."

Qingran nodded slowly, accepting the plate and sinking into the chair beside her. "We’ll have to find a medic soon. Maybe one of the survivors we pick up will have some medical training."

As she ate, the room fell into a quiet rhythm, just the clinking of her chopsticks, the low hum of the building’s power system, and the occasional creak of the wind outside was heard.

Lingquan pinged in again.

[New scan initiated. Nearest group of survivors: 5 individuals. Estimated location: Parking garage, sublevel B3. Moderate chance of infection within group. Security level: unknown.]

Qingran put down her chopsticks and looked up, her eyes sharp. "B3’s the underground lot, right?"

[Yeah. These are the only ones I can find right now.]

"Okay. I’ll do check it out. If the tidal wave hits us it might take out the whole building or worse damage the power supply."

[Ding! You’ve been granted a transportation lease. You can transport something of yours here. You can’t transfer human beings..]

"That’s no biggy..I want my SUV."

[Nice choice.]

The air shimmered faintly, and with a soft mechanical hum, Qingran’s black SUV materialized just outside the lobby entrance, its sleek form untouched by the chaos of the outside world.

She glanced over her shoulder at the others in the room, then pushed her chair back and stood. "I’m heading down to B3. If I’m not back in twenty, assume the worst and don’t follow."

"Should I come with you?"

Qingran shook her head. "No. If they’re infected, I need to move fast and clean. More people will just slow me down."

She stepped into the elevator alone, the doors closing with a metallic hiss behind her. The moment they sealed, she felt that shift again—the quiet weight of solitude in a world half-dead. Just her, her system, and what waited in the dark below.

Lingquan’s voice broke the silence.

[Want a tactical overlay? There’s a service tunnel on the right side of B3. Could be useful if things go south.]

"Pull it up," she murmured, flexing her fingers.

[Overlay active. Watch your left flank. Movement detected near ventilation.]

Qingran’s eyes narrowed as the elevator neared the bottom.

The elevator doors slid open, and Qingran stepped out into the dimly lit parking garage.

The air was thick with the smell of dust, gasoline, and decay.

She scanned the area, her tactical overlay highlighting potential threats and exit routes.

[Movement detected near ventilation] Lingquan’s voice echoed in her mind. Qingran’s eyes locked onto the area, her hand resting on the grip of her gun.

As she moved cautiously toward the ventilation shaft, she spotted a figure huddled in the shadows.

Qingran’s overlay indicated the individual was likely infected, their body language and movement patterns erratic.

Without hesitation, Qingran drew her gun and approached the figure.

She assessed the situation quickly, determining the infected individual posed a threat to the potential survivors.

With a swift motion, Qingran took out the infected individual, her shot precise and calculated.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the parking garage, and Qingran’s senses went on high alert.

She waited for a moment, scanning the area for any other potential threats. When none appeared, she moved forward, her gun at the ready.

"Lingquan, update on the survivors?" Qingran asked, her voice low and even.

[They’re still in the same location, approximately 20 meters from your position,] Lingquan replied. [No change in security level or infection status.]

Qingran nodded to herself, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. She moved cautiously toward the survivors, her gun still at the ready.

As she approached, she saw five individuals huddled together, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. Qingran assessed the situation quickly, determining they were likely uninfected but traumatized.

"Hello.." Qingran said, her voice calm and reassuring. "I’m here to help. We need to get out of here, now."

The survivors looked up at her, their eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. Qingran’s expression remained neutral, her focus on getting them to safety.

"Let’s move.." she said, gesturing toward the elevator. "We have a secure location above us. We’ll get you safe and sound."

The survivors nodded, slowly rising to their feet. Qingran led them toward the elevator, her gun still at the ready, prepared for any potential threats.

As they ascended, Qingran’s mind turned to the challenges ahead.

She knew the tidal wave was imminent, and they needed to be prepared. But for now, she focused on getting these survivors to safety.

The elevator doors opened, and Qingran led the survivors out into the relative safety of the building.

Meng Nian and the others were waiting, their faces etched with concern.

"Welcome." Meng Nian said, nodding at the survivors.

"We’ll get you settled in and provide medical attention if needed."

Qingran watched as the survivors were led away, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. She knew the apocalypse was far from over, and they still had a long way to go.

But for now, she’d taken a small step forward, securing the safety of a few more individuals.

Qingran’s expression remained neutral, but a hint of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.

She turned to Lingquan, her voice low. "What’s the latest on the tidal wave?"

[No new changes.]Lingquan replied. [So far you still have 35 more survivors to find.]

"Alright. With more hands on deck we should be able to build a dam within 25 days. If we can find the survivors on time."

Qingran exhaled quietly and leaned back against the wall, the cold concrete pressing against her back.

The numbers in her head kept ticking—thirty-five more survivors to go, and only thirty days left. Less now, actually. She rubbed her forehead lightly.

[Reminder: Infection rates may increase over the next two weeks. Recommendation: Prioritize scouting hospitals, schools, and bunkers for larger survivor clusters.]

Lingquan’s calm voice buzzed again.

Qingran hummed in response, half to herself. "Schools, huh? Makes sense. Bigger groups...but also bigger risks."

Meng Nian came over, tossing her a bottle of water. "You did good well" he said simply, jerking his chin toward the survivors huddled at the back, being handed bowls of hot soup.

"They look rough" Qingran murmured, cracking open the bottle. "I’ll need to screen them for infection. Carefully this time."

Meng Nian nodded grimly. "We don’t have the luxury to hesitate much i guess, but we also can’t afford a breakout inside."

Qingran’s gaze sharpened. "I’ll have to set up quarantine protocols. Even if they look fine now, symptoms can take time to show."

She took a long sip of water, then handed the bottle back. "I’ll start writing the rules tonight."

Lingquan chimed in again.

[Ding! Optional Mission Available: Establish a Quarantine Area. Reward: Upgraded Air Purification Blueprint + 5 hours extension to mission timer.]

Qingran straightened slightly. That was actually a decent reward.

"Good," she muttered under her breath. "We’ll need all the time and clean air we can get. And having a specimen to test one wasn’t so bad."

Meng Nian tilted his head. "System gave you something?"

She nodded once. "Yeah. I’m going to need a chunk of the 35th and 34th floor cleared. It’s an isolation ward and the otjer would be a makeshift hospital."

"I’ll gather some of the able bodied men to help move the junk out."

Qingran pushed off the wall. "Alright. After that, we’ll head out again. We need survivors, but we can’t drag back any bombs ready to blow either."

Her boots made a steady thudding sound as she walked back toward the others, her mind already racing ahead. Find survivors. Build the dam. Quarantine the infected. Hold the building together against the coming tidal wave. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

It sounded impossible.

But Qingran had never been the type to back away from impossible things.

"Let’s get to work" she said, her voice clear in the dim, humming air.

Meng Nian wiped the sweat from his brow as he returned, his steps quick but heavy.

Behind him followed three men, rough-looking, a little thin from hardship, but their gazes were steady.

For now, that was good enough.

Qingran was leaning against a wall near the stairwell when they arrived.

She straightened as Meng Nian approached, her sharp eyes scanning the three men silently.

"They’re the only ones that look fit enough to help" Meng Nian said in a low voice, keeping it between them. "Rest are either injured, too young, or too scared."