I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl
Chapter 117 – Chaos Beneath the Sky

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 – Chaos Beneath the Sky

The battlefield Sylvia had left behind had now transformed into something straight out of an apocalypse.

The blue sky that once stretched peacefully above had become the silent witness to absolute chaos.

In the war zone where humans and vampires had once clashed with magic and steel, there was no longer a battle between two factions. What remained were only screams. Panic. The frenzied stomping of boots. And the foul stench of rotting corpses carried on the wind.

What had started as a single attack from the sky twelve humans struck by black chains had become a nightmare spreading like wildfire through a dry field.

Those struck by Sylvia’s attack didn’t die. They rose again.

But not as humans.

As zombies.

And unlike the typical undead of this world who usually rose through dark magic or a necromancer’s curse these creatures moved differently. Faster. Wilder. More... infectious.

A priest from the human army cried out, channeling holy light through his staff, "Lux Sanctifica!"

A golden-white beam swept across the front lines, slamming into the zombies that now charged at them.

Normally, such magic would reduce the undead to ash.

But this time...

The zombies groaned and slowed, some even staggering briefly. But their bodies did not burn. Did not vanish. They only paused for a moment then continued their assault as if nothing had happened.

"No... this can’t be happening!" shouted the priest, face pale. "They’re not ordinary undead!"

A battle mage beside him drew his sword and shouted, "Fall back! Everyone retreat to the rear line! Call for the area freeze mages! Hurry!"

But the order came too late.

From twelve zombies, their numbers had grown to dozens.

Then hundreds.

Because every time one of them bit or scratched, another would rise soon after. Even elite soldiers who had survived the initial attack didn’t have enough time to process what was happening before their own comrades sank teeth into their throats without hesitation.

Total chaos spread like a plague.

On the other side of the battlefield, the vampire army who had initially breathed a sigh of relief seeing the humans descend into panic soon realized that this new enemy knew no sides, no fear. The zombies crashed through their lines, undeterred by dark magic, unphased by enchanted weapons, and unstoppable even when riddled with arrows or impaled by ice spells.

What frightened the vampires even more was one chilling realization.

Their blood.

Every time a zombie bit or killed a vampire, its body would tremble for a moment then go berserk. Faster. Stronger. More brutal.

"Our blood... they’re absorbing it!" a vampire general shouted in disbelief.

"How can unliving creatures react like this to our blood?" asked a young noble, fending off a zombie with a silver scythe. But before the question could be answered, another zombie ripped open his chest with its bare hands.

The proud vampires, long used to looking down on undead as mere tools or slaves, now began to retreat. They understood that these zombies weren’t part of their army, weren’t the creation of any necromancer, and most importantly could not be controlled.

All they could do now was survive... or flee.

Three days later.

Far from the battlefield, on the outskirts of a small beastkin village.

Smoke rose gently from houses already burned down. The streets were silent. No sound of children. No market chatter. Only the heavy footsteps and dragging shuffles of the undead wandering aimlessly. Amid the ruins, bodies young and old, beastkin, elf, humans, even dwarves lay rotting or rising with jerking movements.

A beastkin family who had escaped the village now hid in the wreckage of a wheat field.

The father gripped a broken wooden spear, while his wounded son cowered behind him.

"Dad... they were our friends... why are they..."

"Don’t look. They’re not our friends anymore..."

The boy covered his face, struggling to hold back tears as the sound of dragging feet and low groans grew nearer.

Meanwhile, in the forestlands of the elves, the rangers stood trembling. They had already lost two guard posts in a single day. Their bows were effective from a distance, but once the arrows ran out... the undead came, and they showed no mercy.

"This has spread too far," muttered the elf commander in a low voice. "We must send envoys to the humans. To the vampires... even to the werewolves. This is no longer a conflict between races."

His advisor nodded solemnly. "Yes... this is a war for survival."

And so, for the first time in centuries, the races that had hated each other began to open lines of communication. Humans, beastkin, elves, dark elves, dwarves, werewolves, and vampires. All began sending messengers to one another because they now faced a common enemy.

An enemy that could not be reasoned with.

An enemy that was once a friend, a sibling, or a child.

Zombies.

Even more terrifying this was only three days since the outbreak began.

Not even a week.

And already dozens of villages had fallen. Thousands of lives lost. The map of political power had begun to shift. The world now stood at the edge of a new collapse, far deeper than any war between nations.

And not one of them knew...That all of this began with a black-haired girl, sitting calmly atop a black dragon, who had only retaliated to protect herself.

Unknowingly, she had altered the course of this world’s history.

And she still knew nothing.

She didn’t yet realize that the virus from her world had now spread into this one. Didn’t yet realize that people had begun calling her by a new name:

The Goddess of Chaos.

Unaware of what was happening in the world beyond, far from the chaos of a crumbling civilization, Sylvia was completely absorbed within the Tower of Echoes making her way through floor after floor, each filled with deadly traps and increasingly powerful guardian monsters.

Her black gown billowed as she leapt, narrowly dodging a strike from a towering steel-plated golem swinging a massive warhammer.

THUUDD!!

The hammer smashed into the stone floor, leaving a deep crater as cracks spiderwebbed outward. Dust billowed into the air.

But before the golem could pull its weapon back, two shadows darted in from the left and right.

"GRAAAH!!" roared the male werewolf, raking his claws now coated in black energy across the golem’s chest.

From the other side, his mate, the female werewolf, launched into the air and slammed her knee into the golem’s head with a vicious, resounding blow.

CRACKK!!

"Hit its core!" Sylvia shouted, raising her hand. Black light flared in the air as a magical formation materialized above her.

Barbed chains surged out from Sylvia’s shadow, wrapping tightly around the golem, which was still trying to rise then tore it apart in one violent pull.

ZZRRRKKK!!! BOOM!!

The golem exploded into a shower of shattered metal.

Behind Sylvia, a dark elf clad in sleek violet-black armor gave a respectful nod. Her arrows had consistently felled enemies before they could even approach the front lines.

Up ahead, a black drake unleashed a stream of dark flame, engulfing a wave of elemental monsters that had tried to block their path. The roar echoed through the stone chamber walls, rumbling like distant thunder.

And at the rear of the party, a massive black-scaled dragon crawled through the narrow corridors, keeping low. His eyes showed frustration the tunnels were far too small for his size but even so, he remained loyally stationed at Sylvia’s back, watching for any surprise attacks.

Sylvia stepped forward slowly, entering the next chamber. Her eyes were sharp, her movements calm.

"Floor thirty-nine," she murmured. "I still don’t know how many floors this dungeon has. Let’s pick up the pace."

She had no idea that, outside this place, the world had begun whispering her name in tones of fear and awe.

No idea that the undead army she had unintentionally set loose was now beginning to dominate the continent.

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