Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 90: It’s not yet time

Qingran groaned. "So fucking useless."

[Excuse me? Who wakes you up for morning missions? Who reminds you to eat? Who—]

"Alright, alright, shut up." She rubbed her temple, thinking. She needed one more name, and there weren’t a lot of people she cared enough to put on that list.

And then, an idea struck her.

Her lips curled into a smirk. "Fine. I’ll add myself."

Lingquan choked. [Wait—]

[Ding! Host Qingran has been added to the save list.]

[...Host, that’s the most narcissistic thing you’ve ever done.]

Qingran shrugged. "Well, if I die, I can’t save anyone, can I?"

[I can’t even argue with that logic.]

[Ding! Mission complete!]

[Save List Progress: 100%] ƒгeewёbnovel.com

[Calculating rewards...]

A golden screen appeared in front of her, displaying her rewards in glowing text.

[Mission Completion Rewards:]

• New Ability Unlocked: Azure Flame Manipulation (High-Level)

• 50,000 System Points

• Exclusive Title: "Strategic Savior" (Increases perception in crisis situations)]

Azure Flame Manipulation: A rare elemental ability that grants full control over blue flames, which burn hotter and more intensely than normal fire. Unlike regular flames, these cannot be extinguished by water and can even consume energy. The user can manipulate their shape, intensity, and even condense them into solid forms.

[Note: Mastery depends on usage. The stronger the user, the more powerful the flames become.]

Qingran scanned the rewards, eyebrows lifting slightly.

"This is... the highest I’ve ever gotten."

["Of course it is. Do you think saving an entire list of people is easy?"]

She clicked her tongue, but she couldn’t deny it—this was a solid haul. Azure Flame Manipulation was the real prize here. Blue flames? She had never encountered anything like that before. And the part about consuming actual energy... that had dangerous potential health issues.

Raising her hand, she focused for a moment. The air around her fingers shimmered before a small, flickering blue flame burst to life at her fingertips. The heat was immediate, but unlike normal fire, it didn’t burn her—it felt alive, like an extension of her own will.

Interesting.

She closed her fist, and the flame vanished instantly. No lingering warmth, no scorch marks. If she hadn’t just conjured it herself, she wouldn’t have even known it had been there.

"Not bad." A slow smirk curled at her lips. "I wonder how hot this can get."

[Host, please don’t go around setting things on fire just because you’re curious—]

But Qingran was already stretching her arms, her mind shifting toward who or what would make the best test subject.

After all, there was only one way to find out how deadly her new power really was.

Lingquan sighed. [I swear, you’re going to be the reason I get a system upgrade for stress management.]

Qingran ignored him, already mulling over the possibilities. This ability wasn’t just for show—if the flames could consume body energy, it meant they could potentially burn through defenses that normal fire couldn’t touch. And that was very useful.

Still, there was no need to rush. She had plenty of time to test it out later.

For now, she shoved her hands into her pockets and turned toward the exit. "Alright, that’s done. Time for breakfast."

[You’re really just going to move on like that? No dramatic monologue? No evil laughter?]

"I’m hungry."

[...Fair enough.]

Qingran stepped out into the morning light, the city buzzing around her. Another mission complete, another power in her arsenal. And somehow, she had a feeling things were only going to get more interesting from here.

Qingran leaned back against the taxi seat, her fingers tapping idly against her knee as she stared out the window. The city was alive as always—people rushing to work, horns blaring, the usual morning chaos.

There was 16 days left before the apocalypse started, most of her stockpile list had been completed, going to work felt like a waste of time. So she would take a 1 month leave, the apocalypse would start before the leave ends the apocalypse would have started.

She would use that time to stockpile for other things.

But she couldn’t ask for leave without going to the facility so that was where she was heading.

[Ding! Maybe you can use this time to tell your friend Anya what’s to come, might want to update the people on your save list what’s to come. They might not believe but you might want to try.]

"No, 16 days is too early, I will wait until there’s only 2 days left before I tell them anything. As for the training plan I will design one when I get home according to their talents."

[Ding! Don’t say I didn’t tell you this on time host.]

"You don’t have to worry, this won’t be a mistake."

The taxi ride was smooth, but Qingran’s mind was already calculating the next steps. Sixteen days. It was both a short and long time—enough to prepare, but not enough to waste a single second.

Her leave request would buy her time, but time alone wasn’t enough. She needed to make sure her stockpiles were complete, that her escape routes were set, and that those on her save list were in the best possible condition to survive.

The system’s suggestion to warn Anya and the others was logical, but it was too soon. If she told them now, they would dismiss it as paranoia, a ridiculous conspiracy theory. Humans were like that. They needed evidence. And she needed them desperate enough to listen.

Two days before the apocalypse hit, the world would already start cracking—strange disappearances, power fluctuations, unexplained incidents. That was the best time to drop the truth on them.

Qingran adjusted her posture, crossing one leg over the other. "I’ll handle it when the time is right."

["Host, I still think—"]

"You think too much" she interrupted. "Human will believe what they see rather than what they hear. You can trust me on that, as they say seeing is believe. You might feel it’s too late but for me, it’s just right."