I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl
Chapter 169 – The Three Sisters of Death

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 – The Three Sisters of Death

The fog still blanketed the battlefield like a mourning shroud refusing to fade. Thick, dark, and pulsing slowly like a newborn creature. Even the wind dared not blow through this place. Time itself seemed to halt.

At the center stood three cocoons. The largest pitch black with glowing red cracks was clearly the source of power. To the left, a dark gray cocoon with spiraling mist patterns. To the right, a radiant white cocoon, like bone wrapped in moonlight.

Suddenly—

CRAACKKK!!

The first fracture appeared on the black cocoon. f r\eeNovelFire.c(o)(m)

A wave of deathly aura burst from the small crack, shaking the ground nearby. The remaining zombies immediately dropped to their knees. They didn’t know why... but their bodies knew who was about to be born.

SYLLL!! KRRRKK!!!

Cracks spread across the surface of the main cocoon. The sound of chains scraping echoed from nowhere. It wasn’t physical it was the sound of a soul, a call summoning death from all directions.

DUUUUMMMM!!!

With a blast of spiritual pressure, the main cocoon shattered.

Sylvia stepped out slowly, her bare feet touching the scorched earth corrupted by death aura. Her black hair now flowed longer, shining like a starless night. Her eyes two dim red lights in the darkness. Her gown seemed woven from shadowy cloth and the tangled roots of death. Chains of Abyss coiled around her body like loyal serpents guarding their master.

But unlike before a small black crown hovered above her head, slowly spinning. It wasn’t an object, but a symbol. A symbol that she had crossed a threshold even the gods feared to touch.

She said nothing.

Only gazed skyward.

And the sky... stared back.

Clouds swirled. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. Something whatever it was felt threatened.

BRAAAK!!

At the same time, the two cocoons beside her exploded.

Two figures emerged, in ways vastly different from Sylvia.

On the left: Stacia. Her long gray hair fell to her waist, and she wore a heavy cloak made of thick mist and small black thorns. Her dark eyes were calm but chilling. In her hand was a black book marked with the symbol of an open eye. She did not walk, but floated inches above the ground.

On the right: Alicia. Silver-white hair like fallen snow, a long lace gown inscribed with glowing runes. Her aura was bright, not holy but neutral, like lightning that burns indiscriminately. Her hands were empty, yet the ground around her was coated in a thin layer of crystal ice.

The three stood side by side. And for the first time... the world witnessed the birth of three sovereigns from a single body.

Far away...

Celes stood atop the observation tower in Nocture City.

She gazed into the distance, toward the dark sky that spread like an ink blot across the horizon.

"...Sylvia?" she whispered.

Beside her, Aurelia sat slumped, her body still scorched from battle but slowly recovering thanks to the faint undead energy tethered to the city. View the correct content at NovelFire)

"They... haven’t returned. But it feels like I can hear them calling," Aurelia murmured.

Celes clenched her fists. "We have to go back."

Aurelia looked at her. "Are you sure? That energy wasn’t just evolution. It was... destruction incarnate."

"I know." Celes stared ahead. "But it’s still Sylvia. No matter what happens, I won’t let her stand alone."

Elsewhere in the sky...

Xynareth, the Goddess of the Void, stood in the divine hall of the gods. Her posture was straight, but her eyes... could not hide the fear.

"All three of them..." she murmured. "They’re not supposed to separate... I only wanted one path... one entity... not this..."

The other gods grew restless.

"Xynareth, you opened the gate to the underworld."

"And now we have three unpredictable entities."

"I’m sending the Divine Blade now!"

"Don’t be rash! They’ve just awakened!"

Back on the battlefield...

Sylvia walked slowly, and each step decayed the ground beneath into ash.

"...I didn’t expect us to separate this quickly," said Sylvia.

"Fufu, isn’t that a good thing? Now you won’t be burdened with us inside you," Alicia said, smiling gently as always.

"Hey, it’s not like I wanted to help or anything... but since I’m here, I might as well," Stacia muttered in her usual tsundere tone, arms crossed.

"By the way, Alicia... wasn’t the body I used originally yours? How do you have a new one now?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.

"Hmm, I’m not sure either. But this new body looks like me. My hair’s always been silver like this."

"So the bodies adapted automatically to match our individual souls?"

"Hm, that might be it."

The three looked at one another.

The three queens of death stared, surrounded by mist. Yet somehow the atmosphere wasn’t terrifying. In fact, for a moment, it felt... warm. Like an unexpected reunion in the ruins of the world.

Alicia twirled the end of her shimmering gown and glanced at Sylvia with a teasing look.

"By the way, your hair’s gotten longer, Sylv~ You look like the leader of some edgy gang now."

Sylvia sighed briefly, but the corner of her mouth lifted. "If I’m the gang leader, what does that make you? The stray angel?"

"Fufu~ Maybe. But an angel who can melt glaciers with her magic."

"More like an angel running away from heaven," Stacia added, tucking a strand of gray hair behind her ear. "And you, Sylvia, you’re not even an angel anymore. You’re like a natural disaster."

Sylvia slowly turned to her. "Oh? And you? Street thorn?"

"Thorn?!" Stacia almost slipped in the air. "At least I have a book. Try reading one page I bet your chains would snap from overheating!"

They laughed. Not the kind of laughter that mocked the world but light, carefree giggles. Like girls who’d forgotten they were now entities that made gods tremble on their thrones.

But then a low BOOOM sounded from the sky.

The three looked up.

Above, the dark clouds split apart. From the rift, golden light beamed down, followed by a loud CLANGGG!!!

A massive sword slowly descended from the sky. Not a normal sword this was divine manifestation. A holy weapon summoned by the gods as part of the Divine Blade Protocol.

The sword didn’t strike it merely hung in the air, watching the world below like an executioner’s blade awaiting its command.

Stacia squinted. "Tch. Gods really panic easily. We’ve only just woken up, and they’re already pulling out toys."

Alicia tapped her chin with a finger. "If I’m not wrong, that’s the Sword of Willful Balance. It usually appears when the world becomes... well, too unbalanced."

Sylvia stared expressionlessly. Chains of Abyss lightly moved behind her, as if already preparing but their master had given no order.

"If I throw a chain into the sky," Sylvia murmured, "do you think I could pull that sword down?"

Alicia giggled. "Not now. I just changed my dress. Besides... let’s make them think we’re still ’in recovery.’"

"If we stay quiet, maybe they’ll get confused," added Stacia, opening her book while floating. "They’ll wonder, ’Why aren’t they retaliating? Why are they... chatting and joking?’"

"Psychological warfare?" asked Sylvia.

"No. I’m just lazy," Stacia replied, stretching her legs out casually.

The black mist still rolled across the ground like a boundless ocean. But in the center, the three entities created a calm eye of the storm. No fear. No rage. Just... presence.

Alicia stepped closer to Sylvia. "So... we really are separated now."

Sylvia looked at her deeply. "Yes. But I don’t feel any loss."

Stacia murmured, "Because we’re still one. Just in different forms. Our core’s the same. Still... insane undead."

"Hahaha..." Alicia chuckled softly. "Look at that Stacia made a joke."

Stacia glanced away, about to retort but didn’t. She sighed and closed her book.

"If they really drop that sword, what’ll you do?"

"Dodge?" suggested Alicia, shrugging.

"Block it?" said Sylvia calmly.

"Spit on it and send it back to the sky?" offered Stacia.

They exchanged looks. Then laughed again.

But even amid their levity, they knew the world wouldn’t let them rest long.

Flashes of light descended from the sky, forming a pattern. only one sword but it is very big.

Sylvia sighed. "Give it five seconds. They’ll send a messenger."

Alicia closed her eyes. "I hear something. From the higher dimension."

Stacia nodded. "Me too. They’re debating. Some want to attack. Some want... negotiations."

"Ah, same old story," Sylvia muttered.

And sure enough—

SZZZTTT!!

A rift of light opened in the air. From it stepped a figure. A woman in a white and gold robe, her face hidden behind a mask. Her wings of light pulsed gently.

"Queen Sylvia of the Undead. We represent the Twelve Gods to deliver—"

"No," Sylvia cut in.

The messenger paused.

"But I haven’t finished—"

"That’s the problem," Sylvia continued. "I don’t care. You’re just a messenger. I won’t speak to someone sent from a plush chair."

Alicia glanced at Sylvia. "You sure about this?"

Sylvia looked sharply at the envoy. "If the gods want to talk, let them come down themselves. Not pawns they’re willing to sacrifice."

Stacia added, "Or maybe... they just want to see if we’ll strike first. Well, too bad... we’re busy enjoying our new bodies."

The envoy stood frozen. Her aura began to crack.

"Pass this on," Sylvia said, as the Chains of Abyss drifted through the air with a soft CLINK... CLINK...

"We are not pieces on your chessboard. Don’t expect us to play by your rules."

The messenger retreated... and vanished along with the rift of light.

The sky remained still. But the gods above... were more unsettled than ever.