I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

Chapter 485 - 482 – New Zombie

After leaving the Hunters Guild with heavy steps filled with caution and deep exhaustion, Sylvia’s group walked along the gradually quieting streets of the Helios Empire’s capital. The afternoon sun had already tilted far to the west, painting the sky in soft, beautiful golden-orange gradients, as if the world were celebrating their victory. However, for Sylvia and her companions, that light felt cold, distant, and even painful. Every gust of evening wind seemed to carry whispers of grief over the two lives that had been lost: Thrain of Wild Bear and Lirael of Eternal. Two legendary adventurers who had fought side by side in the epic battle against Mušmaḫḫū.The remaining pedestrians on the neat stone sidewalks glanced at their group with mixed looks of admiration, respect, fear, and curiosity. News of the brilliant victory over the nine-headed ancient monster had spread like wildfire in the dry season. Merchants in the market, tavern servers, and even city gate guards talked about it in hushed voices. However, the deaths of Thrain and Lirael also became the main topic. Some called it a noble sacrifice, while others saw it as a harsh reminder of how dangerous adventures outside the capital’s walls truly were.

Sylvia walked at the front with an unreadable cold expression. Her undead body, despite its extraordinary supernatural regeneration, still felt heavy. Her muscles were stiff like freshly forged iron, and the remaining mana exhaustion clouded her mind like thick fog that was difficult to dispel. Beside her, Alicia and Stacia walked shoulder to shoulder, silently giving each other strength. Sol, usually an energetic little fox, now lay limply on Sylvia’s shoulder with half-closed eyes. Qilin, with his dim holy horns, walked slowly behind them, his breathing slow and heavy.

Upon arriving at The Dragon Inn, they immediately headed to the luxurious suite on the upper floor. The room was spacious, featuring a large bed with silk sheets, polished mahogany furniture that gleamed, and a balcony overlooking the inn’s back garden. The air inside the room was still stuffy, mixed with the scent of herbal healing ointments, battle sweat, holy white flame smoke, and a faint lingering smell of dried blood that refused to disappear despite cleaning.

Sylvia sat on the edge of the bed with slow movements. She stared at her own pale hands, her usually normal nails now back to their ordinary state after the battle. "We can’t keep Mušmaḫḫū’s corpse here for too long," she said quietly, her voice flat yet naturally authoritative, immediately drawing everyone’s focus. "Its aura is too strong. Even in the system storage space, the leakage of Tiamat’s dark energy could attract unwanted attention from power-hungry princes, imperial spies, or even other ancient forces sensitive to the aura of a dark god."

Stacia nodded in agreement. The space mage girl looked extremely tired; faint dark circles were visible under her usually sharp eyes. "Sister is right. We should move it right away."

"With as little risk as possible," Alicia added while holding Stacia’s hand. Her voice was soft but firm, reflecting the concern of a healer who had witnessed too much death.

Sylvia stood up. Her slender yet strong body looked graceful despite the inner wounds. "Stacia, open a teleportation portal to the dense forest north of the capital. Choose a location very far from human settlements, trade routes, and ordinary monster nests. A quiet, dense, and hard-to-reach place."

Without much talk, Stacia opened her ancient grimoire. The thick pages rustled softly as they turned, blown by an invisible mana wind. A gentle grayish-purple light filled the room, forming an oval portal framed with shimmering silver runes like the surface of a calm lake. Beyond the portal was the view of a dark and mysterious primeval forest.

They stepped through one by one. A bone-piercing cold sensation and strong spatial pull swept over their bodies. A moment later, they emerged in the middle of a vast, dense forest. The air here was completely different, fresh, pure, and full of life. The scent of wet soil after rain, fragrant pine resin, fresh green leaves, and wildflowers blooming among the bushes filled their senses. Giant trees towered high, their thick trunks covered in thick green moss. The dense canopy of leaves allowed only scattered golden dots of afternoon sunlight to filter through, creating dancing patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor covered with protruding roots and a carpet of dry leaves.

The faint songs of forest birds, the soft buzzing of insects, and the gentle breeze rustling through the foliage created a peaceful symphony of nature. The contrast was stark compared to the monster roars, magical explosions, and death screams they experienced in the cavern yesterday.

Sylvia stepped forward a few meters, her faintly glowing red eyes carefully scanning the entire area. She used her undead senses to ensure there were no humans, high-level monsters, or spies nearby. "This is spacious and safe enough," she murmured in satisfaction.

Without wasting time, she extended her right hand. Her short, normal nails dramatically transformed into long, sharp, pitch-black ancient zombie claws. The claws gleamed with a thick aura of death, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees. The nearby leaves instantly withered.

With a smooth, elegant sweeping motion like a professional dancer, Sylvia waved her hand.

SCHWIIIIISSSSHHHHH!!!

The sound was strangely almost inaudible, like the whisper of death itself. In eerie and unnatural silence, a nearly one-hundred-meter diameter area of the forest was neatly sliced. Giant trees that were hundreds of years old were cleanly cut at their bases without any resistance. The thick trunks, wider than the embrace of three adults, fell with soft THUD... THUD... THUD... sounds muffled by thick layers of leaves and moss. There was no wild dust flying, no violent ground tremors, only clean cuts like a giant scalpel belonging to the god of death.

Leaves fluttered down like a beautiful gentle green rain. The afternoon sunlight immediately flooded the newly opened clearing, illuminating ground that had been hidden in eternal darkness for centuries. Sylvia waved her hand once more. All the tree trunks, thick branches, twigs, and scattered leaves instantly disappeared into her system storage space. A flat, clean, and spacious empty plot now stretched before them, leaving only neatly severed tree roots like the aftermath of a perfect surgical operation.

Stacia stepped forward with wide, amazed eyes. "Now it’s the corpse’s turn, Sister."

She activated her spatial magic again. Bright white-purple light shimmered, and Mušmaḫḫū’s giant corpse appeared gradually in the middle of the clearing. The ancient monster’s body stretched out long, its damaged and scorched scales still glistening wet with thick, dried blood slime. The fishy smell and the ancient dark aura of Tiamat immediately filled the air, making everyone’s chests feel tight. Its seven limp heads hung powerlessly, the already dead eyes still retaining a faint primordial hatred.

Sylvia approached the corpse with steady steps. Her red eyes glowed brighter, filled with hunger for power and ambition. She raised her right hand, her zombie claws extending further like gleaming black swords. With one quick, deep motion, she plunged her claws precisely into the monster’s chest, right at the still faintly pulsing heart area containing the remaining ancient energy.

A massive amount of zombie venom flowed in like an unstoppable black flood. Pitch-black liquid seeped into every blood vessel, every muscle fiber, and every remaining cell. Mušmaḫḫū’s body trembled violently. Its massive muscles twitched uncontrollably, its scales creaking softly. Even though it was dead, the remaining ancient regeneration was forced to work under Sylvia’s venomous dominance.

The transformation process was slow, horrifying, yet beautiful in its power. Its skin and scales gradually changed color from black-reddish to deep pitch-black that gleamed like a starless night. The deep wounds closed with new, rougher, thicker zombie flesh full of undead strength. The seven previously limp heads began to move slowly. Their red eyes reignited with an unnatural, bright, and terrifying light. Primordial hatred filled that gaze as all seven heads stared at Sylvia, as if wanting to tear her into pieces.

But only for a moment.

In an instant, that hatred vanished completely, replaced by absolute loyalty and profound obedience. The red eyes that were once full of rage now dimmed submissively like those of a loyal pet dog. All seven heads bowed low in unison. The towering giant body lowered itself respectfully before Sylvia. The remaining aura of Tiamat’s darkness completely submitted and perfectly merged under the undeniable power of the Zombie Queen.

Mušmaḫḫū had now become an ancient zombie fully under Sylvia’s command.

Sylvia slowly withdrew her claws. Thick black blood dripped from the tips before evaporating into dark smoke that was swallowed by the wind. She smiled faintly, cold and satisfied. "Excellent. Now you belong to me completely, ancient monster."

Stacia and Alicia approached with eyes wide in admiration and slight horror. Sol purred softly on Sylvia’s shoulder, while Qilin observed with his faintly glowing holy horns, sensing the massive change in the flow of dark energy.

"With this, our strength has increased significantly," Sylvia said quietly, her voice full of strategic calculation. "But we must hide it very well. This is not just a corpse, it is currently our strongest secret weapon."

They spent nearly a full hour examining the condition of the zombie Mušmaḫḫū. The giant monster was completely obedient. Every small movement only occurred at Sylvia’s mental command. Its dark aura now harmoniously mixed with the Zombie Queen’s undead power, creating a presence that was both terrifying and extraordinarily lethal.

After feeling satisfied, Sylvia safely stored the zombie Mušmaḫḫū back into her system storage space. They opened the portal back to the inn. By the time they arrived at the suite, the sun had almost completely set. The sky was painted in dramatic red-orange gradients, with the first stars beginning to appear faintly in the east.

They sat together on the spacious balcony, enjoying the cool and refreshing evening breeze. No one spoke much. Only a comfortable silence filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the awakening songs of night insects.

"Tomorrow we’ll decide our next steps," Sylvia said while gazing at the darkening sky. "Whether we continue our journey north, or take time to strengthen ourselves first. But tonight... we rest. We all deserve it after everything we’ve been through."