Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess
Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 240

Lingquan’s voice flickered in her head:

[Warning. Host energy levels destabilizing. Poison resonance: 76%]

Lingquan’s voice echoed inside her mind.

[Every flame you release accelerates the decay. But also... whatever you just awakened, it’s not mine. It’s yours.]

Fengya slammed both palms into the air, splitting the sky with a column of blinding light. Qingran countered it, both arms out, calling forth a writhing storm of black-violet fire.

They collided in midair.

The explosion ripped through three levels of the building.

Cultists below screamed, blown away like leaves.

Qingran dropped through the smoke, her body trailing fire. She landed, staggered, and roared back to her feet.

Fengya’s robe was torn now, and her once, smiling lips were pressed in a flat line. Sweat trickled down her temple.

"You’re not supposed to be able to push me this far.." Fengya hissed. "You were dying."

"I was.." Qingran said darkly, dragging her arm across her mouth. "But you gave me something useful."

She stepped forward, her aura blazing, each footstep cracking the stone.

"When death looks you in the eye..." Her flames surged, wrapping around her fists. "...you get to decide what kind of monster to become."

Fengya’s hands trembled slightly, though she quickly masked it with a sneer. "You think this is enough to win?"

"No.." Qingran said, calm and clear. "But i think this is enough to kill you."

She dashed forward again, launching into a brutal assault, theirpunches igniting with each strike, fire laced with the very poison meant to kill her.

Each blow distorted the air.

Fengya was blocking, deflecting, barely keeping up.

Then, Qingran ducked under a high strike and drove her elbow into Fengya’s gut, so hard it was enough to lift her off the ground.

The air cracked again.

Fengya screamed, blood flying from her mouth.

She staggered back, coughing as blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

Her eyes narrowed, disbelief flickering across her usually unreadable face.

"How the fuck are you even standing?" she said, wiping her mouth. "That poison should have destroyed your core long ago.."

Qingran remained silent. Black veins still crept under her skin, glowing faintly with Rift energy, but her stance was firm.

Her aura had changed. It was no longer just her system burning inside her.

Something darker had awakened.

She raised her hand and spoke clearly. "You poisoned me to weaken me and to track me. You tried to use my own system against me. But it only made me stronger."

Fengya’s eyes narrowed.

"You and the rest of them.." Qingran continued, voice steady, "You do not deserve those systems neither do you do not deserve to walk freely."

Flames curled around her arm, laced now with violet and black streaks that pulsed unnaturally.

The rooftop cracked beneath her feet.

"So I will ask one more time. Are you going to give me the antidote... or do I have to kill you first?"

Fengya tilted her head slowly. Her lips curved into a thoughtful smile. "It seems like my little gift, been making you a little prideful, let’s see if your new strength disappears along with it."

She raised her fingers. Qingran remained still. There was a faint snap of silver energy that reached across the space between them and struck Qingran’s chest.

Her body jolted. The veins receded and the system interface flickered inside her mind.

[Toxin extraction complete. Vital signs stabilizing. Core integrity: 87 percent.]

A second later, a new message followed.

[New trait unlocked]

[Ability Taker – Level 2]

[Temporary assimilation of foreign powers active. Current abilities retained. Duration: unstable.]

Lingquan’s voice echoed again in her mind, quieter now but edged with awe.

[She took the poison out, but it fused with you already. The system responded to it... unlocked something that even I did not expect. Qingran... this is yours now.]

Qingran exhaled, slowly. Her energy was no longer chaotic. It was calm, coiled tight like a blade sheathed just behind her skin.

The power that had once felt foreign now answered to her.

Fengya stepped back, unease flickering through her expression for the first time.

A ring of energy burst outward from Qingran’s body, cracking the air and shoving the clouds above into spiraling motion.

The pressure was immense. It distorted the light and made the very ground beneath them shift with strain.

"This is what happens.." Qingran said, voice even, "when you push someone too far."

She vanished from sight.

Fengya barely turned before Qingran struck her across the face.

The blow shattered part of the upper rooftop edge and sent Fengya spiraling through the air. Before she could recover, Qingran appeared again behind her, landing a sharp elbow into her spine.

The impact drove her downward like a missile.

Fengya crashed through stone and steel. Rubble exploded upward as she hit the ground below.

Qingran landed shortly after, her body radiating heat.

She was no longer forcing her system to respond. It was moving with her, amplifying her thoughts and reflexes with perfect control.

"You wanted to see what I would become?" Qingran asked. She took another step forward. "This is your answer."

Fengya groaned, dragging herself to her feet. Her white robes were scorched and blood seeped from her mouth. The arrogance in her gaze was gone.

"You are still just a girl with a system.." Fengya muttered.

Qingran raised her hand. Flames flared once again, brighter than before.

"So are you.. that’s why only one of us gets to leave her..."

Fengya screamed and lunged. Rift symbols lit the air around her as she summoned a massive wave of distortion.

Qingran countered instantly, her own flames shifting midair into sharp spears of azure fire that pierced through the incoming energy.

The two forces met with a deafening blast.

Cultists who had been hiding nearby were flung from the building, screaming. The structure groaned under the pressure as smoke and energy surged in every direction.

Fengya emerged from the explosion first, panting, bleeding, her hand glowing with a cracked white core.

She threw it at Qingran.

Qingran didn’t flinch. She raised both arms, summoned the power that now belonged entirely to her, and consumed the core with a vortex of swirling flame.

When the light faded, she stood unharmed.

Fengya’s body trembled. Her breathing was ragged. "What are you?" she whispered.

Qingran stepped forward, expression flat and clear.

"I’m your consequences."

Then she moved again, this time faster than before. The final phase of the battle had begun.

Qingran struck like a storm.

Fengya raised her hands, trying to form a rift barrier, but the shield shattered on impact.

Qingran’s fist hit her chest with bone-breaking force. Fengya stumbled back, blood pouring from her mouth, her footing lost beneath her.

The rooftop trembled beneath their feet. Qingran’s aura had changed... not just powerful, but sharpened to lethal precision.

She moved without hesitation. Each step forward cracked the ground, her flames pulsing in rhythm with her breath.

Fengya tried again, summoning light with a flick of her trembling fingers... but Qingran caught her wrist mid-cast. Her grip was absolute.

"You gambled on killing me..." Qingran said quietly, her voice level. " So here’s your result..you lost..."

The fire in her other hand burned black-violet... heat condensed so tightly it distorted the air around her palm. She drove it into Fengya’s side.

The impact snapped bones. Fengya didn’t scream... her body convulsed as a second strike followed, shattering her ribcage.

A third hit snapped her arm at the elbow. Qingran kept going. Strike after strike, she broke the woman apart.

Fengya’s legs gave out. A final blow landed with unrelenting force, tearing her body open and hurling her across the rooftop.

Her frame twisted midair... limbs dislocating... bones cracking audibly as she crashed through rubble.

When the smoke cleared, she was dismembered... scattered across the roof like broken glass.

Silence followed after.

The cultists below stopped moving. Their chants fell to whispers, then vanished altogether.

Some collapsed, hands over their faces as the fog left their minds. Others looked around in stunned confusion, their control severed.

Fengya’s grip on them was gone, the link disabling with her death.

Qingran stood amid the ruins, her skin marked with soot, blood trailing down one side of her face.

Her breaths came steady. Her eyes did not leave what remained of the woman who had hunted her.

Lingquan reformed in the air behind her, his body glowing softly in the wind. His voice was quiet.

"It’s finished..."