I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl
Chapter 168 – Baptism of Death

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 – Baptism of Death

Black mist slowly crept from the center of the battlefield, spreading like a wound exposing itself to the world. This mist was not mere smoke it was the manifestation of Sylvia’s evolved Death Aura, a form never before reached by any being. Every strand of mist carried the scent of destruction, silence, and the end of life itself.

Step by step, the battlefield fell silent. No more screams. No more clashing steel. Only the faint sound of crack... slosh... crakk... as the bodies of unfortunate demons disintegrated into ash and black fluid the moment the aura touched them.

The once-proud, snarling demons fell one after another. Even the four-horned demon who had nearly killed Sylvia froze in place. His back trembled, as though gripped by a winter from the ancient ages. In his eyes, the figure of Sylvia now cloaked in fog was like the goddess of death herself.

"W-What is this... this isn’t ordinary undead magic... this... this is a primeval curse...!"

Without a word, he turned and leapt away, his black wings beating furiously to escape the heart of the catastrophe. He no longer cared for pride or dominion. All he knew was that if he stayed, he would vanish.

Meanwhile, the creature from the underworld who had struck Sylvia and sent her flying stood frozen. The massive being with many eyes stared at the encroaching mist and growled... not in anger, but in fear.

"I... I made a grave mistake..."

Without hesitation, the entity whose true name and form had yet to be revealed—slithered back into the underworld gate. It retreated like a frightened child, and... the gate closed on its own.

BLAAAMMMMM!!

A shockwave of spiritual pressure erupted. The world seemed to fall still.

In the battlefield now filled only with the breath of the remaining zombies, Sylvia or the figure at the center of the mist remained floating. The death aura around her resembled a miniature dimensional vortex, both repelling and consuming life. The zombies below felt no fear... instead, they looked up.

Rotting hands rose. Their vacant eyes shimmered.

To them, this was not the end. This was the beginning. A baptism. An initiation. A rebirth in the shadow of their queen.

"Our queen... our true queen..."

Even those half-burned or half-shattered now felt a new power coursing through their lifeless veins.

Elsewhere on the battlefield...

Celes, bloodied and trembling, grabbed Aurelia, who was nearly unconscious.

"Hold my hand... now...!" she hissed.

Aurelia gave a weak nod, and with what little spatial magic she had left, Celes opened a teleportation rift and dragged them out just before the mist expanded further.

SZZZUUUMMM!!

A flash of space and they vanished from the site.

In the heavens, the gods and goddesses watched the world from on high. Among them, Xynareth, Goddess of the Void, gritted her teeth.

BRAKKK!!

The black mirror used to monitor the underworld cracked from her own strike. Her void gown billowed as she glared sharply toward the now-closed portal.

"What have you done... you foolish heroes..." she muttered.

Other gods began to speak.

"This wasn’t part of the plan..."

"How could undead power surpass death’s threshold?"

"Xynareth, this was your scheme, wasn’t it?!"

Xynareth shoved their hands away, enraged. "Faith grows through fear! I only meant to light a spark! But you let those so-called heroes open the gates of hell!!"

All the gods shuddered.

They understood. Something or someone had awakened in the underworld. And it was not part of their design.

Meanwhile...

Sylvia still floated, her body slowly descending like an autumn leaf. She appeared unconscious, but her face was peaceful... serene... as though sleeping in the safest place in existence. NovelFire

And in her mind, she dreamed.

The first figure she saw was Persephone.

The goddess of death and life sat on a throne of black and white flowers, her smile soft... like a mother’s.

"Ah, you’ve come, my child."

Sylvia was silent, her body light, her soul feeling both empty and full at once.

"Am I... dead?" she asked softly.

Persephone smiled and shook her head. "You are not dead... merely changed. And as with all who change, your time here is limited."

Sylvia looked down. "I’m tired..."

"I know."

The goddess rose, stepping toward her, and gently brushed Sylvia’s hair.

"It’s time for you to part ways. But not forever."

With a flick of her finger, two lights appeared at Sylvia’s sides.

Two female figures.

One with silver-white hair, her aura like snow that never melts.

The other with dusky gray hair, cloaked in a faint and mysterious presence.

They looked at Sylvia and smiled in unison.

"...Alicia..."

"...Stacia..."

Sylvia stepped toward them. They looked... like her. Strikingly so. But each carried a distinct presence, as if alternate versions of herself freed from time.

"We finally have our own bodies?" Sylvia asked.

Alicia tilted her head, puzzled. "Seems like it."

Stacia gave a faint smile. "It does appear that way."

Persephone stepped back, and with a single clap everything began to break.

White light. Empty background. The spiritual realm shattered like glass.

"I will protect your paths. But from here on... your choices are your own," the goddess said for the final time.

"Farewell, my child." View the correct content at NovelFire

And... they were cast out.

In the real world...

BRAKKK! CRACKKK!! ZZUUUUNG!!!

To the left and right of the large cocoon containing Sylvia’s body, two new cocoons began to form.

Pitch black brilliant white.

Auras of death and spiritual neutrality burst forth from within them.

The surrounding zombies began to step back. Even the aura of rebirth now felt different. It was no longer just undead but something far more expansive.

Alicia and Stacia... were finally free from the confines within Sylvia.

And once again, the sky trembled.

[World System Shaken]

[New High-Level Entities Have Been Born]

[New Balance Required]

[Request for Equilibrium Review Sent to Higher Authorities]

The battlefield fell silent.

No more enemies. No more armies. Only black mist and three cocoons in the center of a still battlefield.

That day was no longer about victory or defeat.