Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 87: Stockpile completion 90%

Feng Yizhou smirked, snapping his fingers. One of the men immediately brought over another case, opening it to reveal a collection of high-quality blades, machetes, and even custom-crafted daggers.

Qingran whistled. "You really don’t do things halfway."

"I never do."

She picked up one of the daggers, testing its balance. It was perfect. A little too perfect. She looked up at him suspiciously. "Did you have these made specifically for me?"

Feng Yizhou shrugged, completely unapologetic. "I know what you like."

[Ding! Host, I think he just confessed.]

Qingran ignored the system. "You’re insane."

"But it’s effective."

She sighed, storing away the weapons into her space. "Fine. I admit it—this is helpful."

Feng Yizhou smirked. "I like the sound of that."

She shot him a warning look but didn’t waste time arguing. There were too many crates to deal with. Moving quickly, Qingran crouched beside the nearest stack, pressing her hand against the wooden surface. One by one, the boxes vanished into her system warehouse.

It was tedious work. The sheer number of crates meant she had to touch each one individually, and after several minutes, she could already feel the strain in her arms.

Feng Yizhou, who had been watching in amusement at first, finally frowned. "How many more?"

"Still a lot," she muttered, rubbing her wrist.

His gaze flickered to the untouched crates, then back to her. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a chair.

"Sit."

Qingran blinked. "What—"

"You’re taking too long," he said flatly. Then, turning to his men, he snapped, "Bring the crates to her."

The guards didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, they began lining up, each carrying a crate forward. One by one, they placed them in front of Qingran, allowing her to simply reach out and transfer them into her space.

Qingran crossed her arms. "So now I’m a queen being served?"

Feng Yizhou smirked. "I don’t mind treating you like one."

[Ding! Host, are you blushing?]

She was not. It was just the exhaustion. Ignoring the system, she focused on the task.

Even with the guards helping, the process dragged on. Qingran sat with her palm extended as crate after crate was placed in front of her. Every few seconds, a box would disappear into her space warehouse, only for another to take its place.

By the second hour, her fingers felt stiff, and a dull ache settled in her wrist. "How many more?"

One of the men checked the manifest. "Still about a hundred crates left, Miss Qingran."

She exhaled sharply. "Of course there are."

Feng Yizhou, who had been watching her the entire time, suddenly reached out, taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her palm, massaging the soreness away. "Tired?"

Qingran clicked her tongue. "No. I’m just resting my eyes."

Feng Yizhou chuckled, but instead of teasing her further, he turned to his men. "Slow it down. Give her a five-minute break every thirty minutes."

The guards immediately adjusted their pace, and Qingran gave him a look. "Since when do you care about my well-being?"

"Since I spent ten million on your weapons," he said smoothly. "If you get a hand cramp and can’t fight, that’s my investment going to waste."

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Right. Of course, it’s about money."

[Ding! Host, I think he just confessed in capitalist language.]

Ignoring the system, Qingran shook out her hands and reached for another crate. The process continued well into the night. At some point, a few guards started bringing over snacks and energy drinks.

By the time the final crate disappeared into her space, the sky was beginning to lighten at the horizon.

Feng Yizhou handed her another bottle of water, his tone casual. "Took longer than expected, but we’re done."

Qingran leaned back in her chair, stretching her stiff fingers. "Good. Now let’s go home. I need sleep."

Feng Yizhou smirked. "You can sleep in my bed."

She shot him a glare. "I will stab you."

His laughter followed her all the way to the car.

As soon as Qingran settled into the passenger seat, Lingquan’s voice echoed in her mind.

["Qingqing, I’ve updated your stockpile list."]

A semi-transparent panel appeared in front of her, displaying an organized breakdown of everything she had just stored. Qingran scrolled through the list, eyes narrowing slightly at the numbers.

[Stockpile Progress Report]

— Food Storage: 85% (Estimated to last 4+ years for one person)

— Water Storage: 50% (500 barrels secured, still need a backup purification system)

— Medical Supplies: 100% (Stockpile complete, may add more for trade)

— Weapons: 100% (Full arsenal secured, including Evol weapon)

— Ammunition: 100% (7 million bullets acquired)

— Miscellaneous: 50% (Tactical gear, solar panels, and fuel secured; still need smaller survival items)

[Weapons:

— 1200 firearms (assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, handguns)

— 7 million bullets (various calibers)

— 500 melee weapons (custom daggers, machetes, combat knives ]

[Survival Supplies:

— 50,000 packs of MREs (Meal, Ready-to-Eat)

— 20 tons of rice, grains, and preserved food

— 500 barrels of purified water

— 1,000 medical supply kits (bandages, antiseptics, painkillers, antibiotics)

— 200 portable solar panels and generators]

[Miscellaneous:

— 500 fuel canisters

— 300 tactical gear sets (bulletproof vests, night vision goggles, combat gloves)

— 200 communication devices]

Qingran let out a slow breath. "This should last a while."

["Host, this will last you years, even if you’re feeding a small army."]

She smirked. Exactly.

Feng Yizhou glanced at her from the driver’s seat. "Satisfied?"

"Yes thank you.."

"Anything for my future wife, think of it as dowry..."

"..."

Isn’t it the bride family that brings the dowry?

[Ding! You’ve got a MAN host, dowry or bride price, you should keep him!]

"..."

"Lingquan shut up.."

"..."

[Ding! Alright. Caocao, let’s head to the back]

"..."

{I’ve been keeping my distance, leave me alone.}

"..."

Black paws soon materialized on the back seat soon white one followed.

{Host. While taking care of your lady, please don’t forget about your own self. You have two pending tasks, if don’t don’t complete them before 27th, there will be punishments worst than death..}

".."

"Aiyah, I’ll get it done. Qingran can take care of the rest things herself. I’ll head to Guyoung tomorrow, I’ll complete the missions before 27th.."

{Better. It’s for your own good.} Caocao said with a hint of annoyance as she slapped Lingquan’s paw away.