I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 293 – The Meat King Rising From Hell
The flesh continued to pile up.

Broken bones spiraled toward a single point. Red muscles swelled, pulsing like a giant beating heart. Cracks, snaps, and tearing noises echoed across the entire valley.

The Treants and Hellhounds retreated a few steps not out of fear, but because the creature was unstable. Its magical aura raged like a wild storm ready to explode at any moment.

Sylvia stood firm, her black hair whipping in the infernal wind. The chains behind her trembled as if responding to the approaching danger.

And finally…

THE MONSTER COMPLETED ITS FORM.

From the remains of hundreds of corpses, a fortress-sized being emerged, a mass of living flesh constantly throbbing.

Its body reached as high as a castle tower. Six black eyes like bottomless pits. Bones protruded from its skin like whips. Its right hand was twice the size of Sylvia’s entire body. And in the center of its chest… a vertical mouth that opened and closed as if “breathing.”

The creature let out a noise akin to a hundred dying monsters screaming in agony at once.

GRUOOOOAHHHHHH !!!

The entire valley trembled.

Rocks tumbled from the cliffs. Hellfog split apart. The air felt crushed from all directions.

Sylvia looked up at it with something close to admiration.

“…I’ll admit, you’re decent.”

The Fusion Monster lowered slightly. Its six eyes blinked in sequence before all focused on one point…

Sylvia.

It slammed the ground.

BOOOOM !!!

The valley floor cracked like shattered glass. Its massive body shot forward, far too fast for its size. A nearby Treant swung hundreds of thorned roots at it… but the monster swatted once.

WHOOM!!!

One swipe. All roots shattered like twigs. The Treant was thrown dozens of meters away, crashing into a boulder and breaking apart into black splinters.

A Hellhound attempting to intercept was knocked back by the shockwave like a ragdoll.

Sylvia lifted her chin.

“Fast too.”

The monster raised both hands and slammed them again.

BRAAAAAKKKK!!!

A second shockwave spread across a 200-meter radius. Treants and Hellhounds were dragged backward, dust rising like a storm. The earth rolled like rippling fabric.

The monster ran over the shockwave, using the momentum to leap straight at Sylvia. Its shadow swallowed the valley’s red light. Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

“You look even uglier up close.”

Its giant hand dropped like a meteor.

Sylvia vanished.

Death Step Mirage.

Her body flickered into shadow, sliding past the monster’s attack and appearing at its flank. Her hand was already raised…

“Venom Reaper Claw.”

She slashed.

ZRAAAAATTT !!!

But nothing happened.

The flesh rippled, then closed.

“A regeneration type, huh?” It didn’t let her think. The chest-mouth opened wide… And released Bone Slime Energy.

FWOOOOOOSH !!!

Sylvia retreated, chains spinning. They cut through the blast but the slime detonated midair like acidic bombs. Nearby Treants melted halfway, and Hellhound bones softened like wax.

“Annoying.”

More attacks came. Sylvia dashed aside…

“I’m sick of those hands.”

Eclipse Rend.

A thin, dense black slash severed its right arm.

The arm fell…

AND CRAWLED.

It turned into a severed limb attacking on its own.

“…truly annoying.”

Two arms, one original, one severed, struck at once.

Sylvia leapt, rotating midair, chains stabbing into the ground…

“Deadlock Dominion.”

The area froze.

But…

The Fusion Monster trembled violently. All six eyes widened. The chest-mouth opened.

GRUUUUAAAGHHHH !!!

It expelled pure energy, breaking enough of the dominion to move.

“Can you resist my dominion? Really?”

A whip-like strike shattered the ground Sylvia stood on. She flickered upward, gathering black aura in her hands.

“…kneel.”

Gravebind II.

Dozens of black tendrils appeared, binding its neck, arms, waist, and legs.

It struggled… but remained standing.

“You’re troublesome for something so weak.”

It raised its legs… and body-slammed the earth.

BOOOOOOOOM !!!!

Sylvia was blasted upward. Gravebind tendrils snapped. The monster leapt again despite its massive size slamming down toward her. Sylvia placed her hand forward.

“Shield.”

Chain Technique – Form 2: Shield.

Hundreds of chains formed a dome.

IKA-RAAAAKH!!!

The impact cracked the dome, shaking the entire valley. Treants and Hellhounds were flung aside.

“That actually hurt.”

The monster lifted its hand again…

“…fine. You want to be serious?”

Sylvia vanished from behind the shield… reappeared before the chest-mouth… chains pressed against its flesh.

“At this range, regeneration and defense mean nothing.”

Her chains extended like spears and roots.

“Abyss Crucifix.”

The black cross appeared INSIDE its chest. The monster froze. Swelled. Convulsed. Then exploded from within.

ZWHAAAAAARRRRGH !!!!

Meat, black blood, and hell-smoke blasted everywhere. Treants formed walls of roots.

Hellhounds shielded themselves in flame. The valley cracked open like an enormous wound.

When the explosion settled

The Fusion Monster was nothing but scattered flesh, shattered bones, and a torn chest-mouth.

At the center Sylvia stood, holding a floating black core.

CRACK.

She crushed it.

[Level Up!] 142 → 143

She blew her hair aside.

“Next?”

The hellfog churned.

In the distance, tens of thousands more monsters moved… larger, stranger, more chaotic.

Treants readied themselves. Hellhounds ignited black fire. Sylvia’s aura stormed like a raging tempest.

The Queen of Death walked forward again.

“All right… Who’s next?”

The battle wasn’t over. Not even close and Sylvia had no intention of stopping.

…

Deep within the 50th floor, the atmosphere was no different from what hell was supposed to be dark, scorching, smoky, and filled with the trapped screams echoing inside the walls of living flesh. Yet one thing had changed drastically:

There were no monsters anymore.

Not because Sofia had slain them one by one. Not because she had driven them away.

But because,…

They melted before they could even approach her.

The red mist that once held thousands of skinless creatures now looked like freshly-scrubbed ground after a storm. This floor was quieter than a graveyard.

Sofia stood in the middle of the empty area, glancing around with an expression torn between confusion and exhaustion.

“…I didn’t even get the chance to swing my spear,” she murmured, her tone a mixture of headache and disbelief.

She lifted her hand holy golden light pulsed softly from her skin, like an angel’s breath escaping her body without her noticing.

So strong, so pure… that underworld monsters only needed to see it to panic and flee.

Unfortunately, those who dared come closer?

They touched the edge of her aura.

And melted instantly.

Sofia cupped her cheeks with both hands, her face warming slightly.

“…Sylvia is going to complain so hard if she finds out.”

She let out a long sigh.

Floor 50 with all its grotesque horror, its organic labyrinth of flesh

had turned into a lifeless, empty place simply because she was standing there.

Her wings though not manifested exerted such immense pressure that the creatures of the underworld chose death over approaching her.

Sofia touched the flesh wall beside her, now dried and cracked from her holy aura.

Even the environment of the underworld itself was burning under her light.

She stood at the intersection of three corridors.

All looked the same.

Dark, scorching, lined with evaporated remnants of flesh.

“So now… do I go up or down?” she whispered.

She had no map. No floor signs. No markers or floor cores like normal dungeons.

And the teleportation earlier… She knew it hadn’t been a normal one. Someone or something had deliberately moved her.

….

Sofia closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her breathing. The underworld felt like a labyrinth that constantly shifted and twisted, yet one thing inside her remained unwavering:

Her instincts.

The heightened sensitivity of a high-rank angel, a spiritual compass that had never once failed her.

She placed a hand over her chest, right above her softly beating heart.

“…she’s up there.”

Sofia opened her eyes.

“I need to go up. If I don’t, I won’t be able to reach her.”

With firm resolve, she walked toward the rightmost corridor, the direction where her instincts felt strongest. The holy light surrounding her pushed aside the hellish fog like a fragile curtain. Every step she took left a fading trace of gold that lingered for only a few seconds.

One hour passed.

No stairs going up.

Two hours passed.

Still Nothing.

Worse the floor seemed to stretch itself every time Sofia tried to return to her starting point.

“…why?” she whispered softly.

She pressed her lips together, thinking. A line from an ancient underworld manuscript resurfaced in her mind:

“Entering the underworld is easy.

Leaving it… that’s another story.”

Sofia closed her eyes again and felt a gentle vibration.

But it didn’t come from above.

It came from below.

“…if I can’t go up, then maybe my path…”

She turned toward the darkness along the left corridor.

“…is down.”

The decision weighed on her chest for a moment, but she didn’t hesitate. She walked toward the descending passage, her footsteps slow but certain.

“Forgive me, Sylvia… I need to take a shortcut first.”

She smiled faintly, softly.

“If I go down for a bit and rest, I’ll be able to climb back up again later. And when that time comes… I’ll find you.”

With golden light trailing behind every step, Sofia descended toward Floor 49 unaware that this single step would shake the entire underworld.