I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 271 – Rest Among the Shadows
The air of the underworld was quiet once more Or as quiet as a realm without day or night could ever be.

The seven-colored light that had once radiated from Andromalius had long since faded, leaving only scattered crystal fragments that glimmered faintly across the darkened ground.

The air was thick and strangely sweet, laced with lingering traces of magic dust that drifted through the air like glowing mist.

Sylvia slowly lowered herself to the blackened earth. A soft crack echoed as small shards of crystal broke beneath her weight. Her eyes stared blankly ahead toward the distant ruins of a palace now reduced to broken silhouettes.

“…It’s over.”

The words slipped from her lips almost without breath.

The battle had lasted less than two hours, yet her body felt as though it had borne the weight of days. Not from wounds hardly a single strike had pierced her Death Aura but from the crushing pressure of the battlefield itself.

The underworld’s energy, Andromalius’s domain, and the mirrored force that had pressed against her mind left her consciousness heavy with fatigue.

Beside her, Alicia and Stacia sat leaning against each other amidst a pile of crystal dust. Both looked equally exhausted pale, breathing heavily, eyes still glowing faintly with the remnants of battle light.

“Only the seventy-second floor…”

Alicia sighed, flicking strands of silver-white hair from her face, sticky with traces of mana residue.

“If this is just one floor out of seventy-two, I don’t even want to imagine what the first floor looks like.”

Stacia gave a slow nod, opening her book slightly, the edges burned and frayed.

“The power of the underworld’s rulers on the upper floors is already immense. The first floor might be where death itself resides.”

Sylvia listened, but didn’t answer right away. Her gaze stayed fixed on the black-and-red sky still and yet somehow shifting, rippling like liquid.

Then, softly, she nodded. “You’re both right.”

She raised her hand slightly, summoning her status window. A pale-blue screen shimmered into view, reflecting her own tired face.

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[STATUS – SYLVIA HORTENSIA]

Name: Sylvia Hortensia

Race: Lunabris (Rank 5 – Special Superior Zombie)

Element: Death, Nether Wood, Nether Flame

Level: 78 / 200

STATS

HP: 3,900,000 / 3,900,000

MP: 2,250,000 / 2,250,000

STR: 270,000

VIT: 3,900,000

INT: 780,000

AGI: 640,000

LUK: 1,200,000

ACTIVE SKILLS

Infectious Devour (1/40) – Evolved from Infectious Bite.

Bite imbued with necrotic essence, spreading death energy that corrupts both soul and body.

Venom Reaper Claw (72/80) – Poison claws inflicting chain infection over wide areas.

Eclipse Rend (1/40) – Evolved from Eclipse Piercing. Combines physical and magical penetration, ignoring defense.

Death Aura (20/15) – Over Maxed.

Expands to 50m radius; corrodes, weakens, and slows all enemies within.

Appraisal EX (1/40) – Reads all forms of existence, including divine and dimensional.

Deadlock Dominion (1/40) – Locks an 80m area for 1 minute under Sylvia’s authority.

Phantom Bloom II (1/40) – Nether flowers explode in multidimensional layers, leaving death zones.

Death Step Mirage (Max) – Shadow movement, invincible for up to 10 seconds.

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SPELLS

Void Steps (40/20) – Over Maxed. Teleport up to 100 km, half MP cost.

Gravebind II (1/40) – Binds 30 enemies, draining vitality.

Nether Branches (Rank 9) – Summons draining branches of death essence.

Decay Rain (Over Rank) – Death rain for 45s, dealing 20,000 HP/s.

Oblivion Roots II (1/40) – Drains life and mana, assimilates corpses into undead growths.

Shadow Veil (Enhanced) – 30-minute invisibility field for user and army.

Soul Chain (Evolved) – Direct control extended to 1,000 zombies.

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PASSIVE SKILLS

Queen’s Flesh II (1/160) – HP regen 100,000/sec, +20% vitality scaling.

High MP-Regeneration (1/80) – +40,000 MP/min.

Killing Stroke Renew (Max 10 Stack) – +1% AGI per kill.

Toxic Affinity (Max) – +70% to poison and decay effects.

Blood Instinct (Max 10 Stack) – +25% to all stats when injured.

Soul Resonance (Perfect) – Perfect synchronization with all undead.

Deathborne Tolerance (Max) – +80% resistance to all debuffs and holy damage.

Undead Commander’s Presence (Radius 2 km) – +80% to all subordinate zombie stats.

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ORIGINAL SKILL: CHAIN TECHNIQUE

Form 1 – Binding: Wide-scale restraint, radius 80m.

Form 2 – Shield: Absolute chain barrier, lasts 120s.

Form 3 – Death Spiral: Massive HP/MP absorption.

Form 4 – Guillotine Blossom: Thorn chains causing severe poison and mental trauma.

Form 5 – Abyss Crucifix: Sealing sigil field that nullifies divine regeneration.

Final Form – UNIFICATION: Combines all forms into one, +600% all stats for 90s. Cooldown: 30 min.

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TITLES

Reincarnated

First–Fifth Evolution

Queen of Zombies

Blessing of the Goddess of Life and Death (Persephone)

Arcana of Death

Supreme Chain Mistress

Conqueror of the Seventy-Second Gate

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Sylvia studied the glowing window in silence, then closed it with a slow motion.

“Level up… but still far from enough.”

Alicia lifted her head. “Far from what?”

“From the next evolution,” Sylvia answered simply.

The underworld’s wind whispered faintly, brushing her black hair as her aura of death began to fade. For a while, they sat quietly, listening to the soft creaks of the underworld like the slow breathing of a living corpse.

Finally, Stacia spoke in her even tone.

“I counted earlier. If Andromalius was the ruler of the seventy-second floor, that means there are seventy-one left before we reach the core.”

“And each one stronger than the last,” Alicia added, frowning. “If every ruler is like him, it could take months just to clear twenty floors.”

Sylvia turned toward them and smiled faintly.

“Not months,” she said softly. “If I can maintain this rhythm… maybe just a few weeks.”

Alicia blinked in disbelief. “A few weeks?! Sylvia, you nearly tore the entire dimension apart! The underworld reacts to your Domain if you push again, it might reject you entirely!”

Sylvia rose slowly, brushing dust from her dress.

“Let it reject me,” she said. “I’ll force my way in.”

Her crimson eyes fixed on the ruined palace ahead.

“The more this world resists, the more power I can take from it.”

Stacia watched her quietly, then closed her book with a faint smile.

“Dangerous… but that sounds exactly like you.”

Sylvia chuckled softly, but unnerving amid the silence.

“My nature, huh?” she said, stepping forward as her chains whispered in the air.

“Maybe. But the results always speak for themselves.”

The underworld rumbled in reply, as if acknowledging her conviction. Far on the horizon, a pale-blue light flickered to life a massive gate, the entrance to the seventy-first floor.

Sylvia’s eyes gleamed like embers.

“All right… Let’s keep going.”

Her first step cracked the crystal ground beneath her, and once again, the underworld trembled welcoming the Death Queen who was far from done.

…..

Sylvia walked ahead, her chains brushing softly through the air like a restless sigh.

Alicia and Stacia followed behind, moving carefully through the shifting landscape as the black terrain began to fade into silvery-gray hues.

Before them loomed the Black Mirror Palace, still magnificent despite the devastation.

Its mirrored walls reflected the faint glow of the underworld, creating a dreamlike beauty amid ruin. The crimson sky mirrored itself across the spires, forming the illusion of a calm sea of blood above their heads.

Alicia stared in silence, her fatigue momentarily forgotten.

“It’s… beautiful,” she whispered.

Her voice melted into the soft chiming of broken crystals swaying in the cold wind.

Stacia surveyed the surroundings with her usual composure, though awe flickered in her eyes.

“If this was Andromalius’s creation, he wasn’t just a ruler, he was an artist. The energy lattice here is nearly perfect.”

Sylvia stopped before the colossal front gate so tall it nearly touched the sky. The black door shimmered with violet edges, each groove reflecting fragments of her face calm, furious, weary, and cold.

She studied those reflections for a moment, then raised her hand. Her chains slithered upward, coiling around the massive doors to pull them open.

A deep metallic rumble echoed throughout the palace. As the gates parted, a soft silver light spilled out.

Inside stretched an immense hall, walls of living mirror, their reflections constantly shifting, as if the palace itself was watching them.

But it was empty.

No sound, no trace of energy, only the echo of their footsteps multiplied a thousandfold.

“There’s… nothing,” Stacia murmured.

Her eyes lingered on the throne at the far end grand, but vacant, as if Andromalius had never truly sat there.

Sylvia approached slowly, her steps mirrored across the gleaming floor. When she reached the throne, she placed her hand on its armrest.

“Cold,” she whispered. “As if no one ever touched it.”

Alicia joined her, gazing at the mirrored walls.

“It’s beautiful… but empty. Like a place that forgot how to live.”

Sylvia exhaled softly.

“If I could, I’d take it with me,” she murmured, half joking, half sincere.

Her black chains stirred, attempting to manipulate the space and store the structure within her system.

After a moment, the familiar mechanical tone rang in her ear.

[System Notice: Object too large to store. Dimensional limit exceeded.]

Sylvia stood still, then clicked her tongue.

“Of course. Why did I even hope…”

Alicia laughed quietly.

“You were going to put an entire palace in your inventory? Even Void Steps don’t hold that much space.”

“If I could, I’d make a garden here,” Sylvia replied, folding her arms in mock irritation.

“My Nether Blooms would look perfect against these mirrored walls. Each petal reflects a hundredfold.”

Stacia sighed softly, smiling faintly.

“A mirror garden in the underworld… yes, that sounds exactly like something you’d come up with.”

Sylvia looked up at the cracked crystalline dome above them. The faint light refracted across her crimson eyes, making them glimmer like bloodstained stars in an endless night.

“What a waste…” she whispered, voice tinged with rare melancholy.

“A place like this will crumble without its master.”

Alicia placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We can build a new one later. Maybe even grander your own palace, on the surface of the underworld.”

Sylvia glanced at her, then smiled faintly.

“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”

She looked once more at the throne then turned and walked toward the exit.

As they stepped outside, the silver glow within the palace dimmed, like the last breath of a place that had lost its purpose.

The air outside was heavier but somehow more alive.

“You still regret it, don’t you?” Stacia asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Sylvia admitted without turning. “Because I couldn’t take it with me. But…”

Her gaze fixed on the pale-blue gate shimmering in the distance on the next descent.

“…if I can’t bring it with me, I’ll build something even greater.”

Alicia chuckled softly. “Your ambition never had limits.”

“And that’s what keeps me alive,” Sylvia replied coolly though her tone carried the faint trace of a smile.

Their footsteps faded into the darkness as they left the Black Mirror Palace behind, its countless reflections watching their departure in silence.

And as they disappeared into the distance, the walls of the palace quivered faintly As if bowing to the new ruler of the underworld, the one even mirrors could no longer reflect.