I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Chapter 297 – Six Months in the Silence of Death
Persephone stood before the three cocoon pillars of pulsing black light, beating softly like the heart of death itself. Purple, blue, and black strands intertwined around them like threads of fate. Her gentle aura, starkly contrasting her lethal power, still wrapped the entire space.

After confirming the steady rhythm of their energies, Persephone closed her eyes.

“…Enough.”

She placed one hand on Sylvia’s cocoon, one on Alicia’s, and raised another slightly toward Stacia’s. Then she smiled faintly a mother’s smile, pleased to see her children growing well.

Then she turned.

Toward Belial. Then Lumielle.

Both were frozen like statues, not daring to move or even breathe too loudly. Even after Persephone lowered her aura, its remnants clung to their skin like a giant shadow.

“Belial.”

Belial’s body stiffened instantly.

“Guard them.”

Persephone’s voice was gentle, but its weight felt like a decree from the highest throne of existence.

Belial unconsciously bowed even deeper.

“Y-Yes. I… will protect them with the entire floor… even with my life.”

Persephone glanced at him lightly.

“That’s all I ask. Do not let anyone disturb them. No demon. No god. No hero. Not even you.” Belial swallowed.

“Y-Yes.”

Lumielle knelt on one knee, struggling to endure the leftover pressure. “Goddess Persephone… may I ask one thing?” she whispered.

Persephone looked at her, not angry, not smiling. Simply waiting.

Lumielle lowered her gaze even more.

“What is your goal in allowing them to evolve this far…? The three of them… feel like they are becoming something beyond the order of this world.”

Persephone didn’t answer immediately.

Dark wind swept past her hair.

“Because they were never meant for this world.” Her eyes stared far away, as if seeing the future.

“The destiny of my three children… is far greater than what any of you can imagine.” Belial and Lumielle felt their skin crawl. Persephone exhaled softly.

“It is time for me to leave.”

She bowed slightly and touched each cocoon with gentle strokes that brought a peaceful stillness to the garden, something Belial had never felt since building it.

Then…

CRRAAKK

A spatial tear opened behind Persephone. Darker than before. Quieter. The energy swirling inside was no longer wild but orderly. Stable.

Persephone stepped halfway into the rift, then looked back once more.

“The energy for their evolution is sufficient,” she murmured.

“So this portal must be closed. If not, this underworld will be polluted by my laws of death.”

Belial paled instantly.

Polluted?

The mere thought made him feel sick with fear.

Persephone raised her hand….

TAP

The rift sealed completely, like a massive door closing silently. And at that moment all pressure vanished.

The entire garden seemed to exhale after six months of being strangled by an aura not of this world.

Belial collapsed against a stone wall.

“Hah… hah… I thought… I was going to die standing…”

Lumielle, usually elegant, fell onto the ground, breathing heavily.

“Being near her… is exhausting even now…”

They looked at the cocoons standing peacefully in the center. Their dark glow no longer raged now pulsing slowly like a giant heartbeat.

Belial spoke first.

“…We need to seal this garden.”

Lumielle nodded.

“And the energy veins below it. Even the spatial walls must be reinforced. If they awaken abruptly… or if someone tries to enter… I don’t know what could happen.”

Belial lifted his hand, summoning hundreds of sealing sigils.

“Then… let’s begin.”

For the next several days they sealed the entire garden. Blocked all access from above and below. Drew layers of spatial isolation. Locked time itself to prevent distortion.

Until finally Not a single creature in the underworld could approach it anymore.

—

Six months later The 68th floor felt different.

Belial and Lumielle monitored every shift during those months. Seere, who fainted earlier, woke after a few days and helped guard the area, though she still trembled whenever she remembered Persephone’s presence.

The garden remained locked tight.

But all three rulers of the 68th floor sensed something changing over the last few weeks.

The seals trembled.

The air’s energy fluctuated.

Light shimmered softly through cracks in the barrier.

Until the day arrived. A cracking sound echoed for the first time during what underworld demons considered morning.

Belial, examining the sealing circle, jerked his head up.

“…A fracture…?!”

Lumielle opened her eyes wide from her meditation. “Is it time?”

Seere stared at the cocoons, eyes wide.

“They’re… waking…?”

The three approached cautiously, filled with both wariness and anticipation. Sylvia’s large cocoon shook first. Cracks of black light appeared, gleaming like fractured obsidian.

KRRRAAKK…

The cracks spread further.

Stacia’s cocoon bore pale violet fractures shaped like wings. Alicia displayed pale blue cracks like delicate shattered glass beautiful yet terrifying. Their auras began to leak out.

Belial straightened, swallowing hard.

“This aura… even suppressed… is terrifying…”

Lumielle tightened her grip on her staff.

“This isn’t Rank 6. This is… above that.”

Seere covered her mouth, eyes teary caught between fear and awe.

“Sylvia…” she whispered.

“Alicia… Stacia…”

Then…

KRRRRAAAAAK!!!

Sylvia’s cocoon shattered first.

A massive explosion of black light surged outward, destroying ancient seals and ripping through the air like a newborn storm of death.

Belial was thrown back several meters.

Lumielle stabilized herself with her domain.

Seere was flung into a pillar.

From within, a woman’s silhouette emerged. Her body wrapped in pure death-light. Her long black hair floating gently as if underwater. Behind her, a pair of shadowy wings formed not fully physical, yet unmistakably transcendent.

Her eyes were still closed. But the aura pouring from her made Belial’s bones tremble. When Alicia’s and Stacia’s cocoons burst next, pale blue and violet light erupted like twin stars. The three stood side by side. Asleep. Yet their power blanketed the entire floor.

Lumielle clutched her chest to stay steady.

“This is… absurd… their evolution… is too perfect…”

Belial let out a shaky laugh caught between admiration and terror.

“…Hell’s gods… what will happen when they open their eyes…?”

At that exact moment Sylvia’s eyelids… began to move.

—

Blows crashed across the 1st floor like storms clashing.

BRAAAAKK!!!

Baal’s colossal dark spear collided with Sofia’s holy spear. Shockwaves shattered the earth. Baal staggered back, roaring,

“You… little insect! Why does your power keep growing?! Do you think this is a playground for angels?!”

Sofia panted heavily, blood smeared on her cheek, but her eyes burned with determination. Eight golden-white wings shone behind her, defying the underworld’s darkness.

“Sorry…” she lifted her spear again, spinning it like wind, “but I can’t die here. I made a promise.”

Holy light burst around her pure, sharp.

Baal growled,

“A promise? With who?!”

Sofia’s wings flared.

” With Sylvia.”

Baal hesitated not at the name, but the devotion in Sofia’s voice.

“That daughter of death…? You think she’ll save you? She isn’t here! You are just a lost fledgling angel!”

Sofia narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t insult Sylvia.”

Holy energy erupted like a sun. Even demons far away screamed and fled. Sofia raised her halberd.

“Divine Halberd Form Ascension Burst.”

Her weapon reshaped holy, radiant.

Baal cursed.

“How are you getting stronger after six months of nonstop battle?!”

Sofia smiled faintly.

“At least… I know I’m not dead.”

Baal flinched.

It felt like someone was protecting her.

“Are you blessed…? By which goddess…?”

Sofia remembered the touch six months ago. Warm Like night embracing her.

Not Hestia.

Someone else. But she didn’t answer.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I must reach the 68th floor.”

Baal roared,

“For what?! Sylvia is….”

“For Sylvia,” Sofia whispered.

Before he could react…

BOOOOM!!

She flew forward faster than she thought possible. Her halberd struck Baal square in the chest. The Lord of Floor 1 was blown through pillars and stone collapsing over him.

Dust filled the air. Sofia collapsed to one knee, panting. Her bones ached, wings bleeding but she stood again. Because someone was watching.

Judging.

Testing her.

“…Who is watching me…?” she whispered.

But she shook her head. No time.

She stared at Baal’s fallen body.

“Sorry… but I can’t stop now.”

She lifted her halberd. Dust slowly settled, covering Baal’s massive body still trapped beneath the rubble. Sofia stood with ragged breaths, staring at the giant demon without a hint of fear. The holy light surrounding her had begun to fade, but her gaze remained sharp.

Slowly, Sofia lowered her halberd.

“If I defeat you now… I can go up to the floor,” she murmured.

But her steps halted.

Something tugged at her thoughts.

Sylvia’s face appeared in her mind her gentle smile, her warm gaze, and the soft tone she used whenever she said Sofia’s name.

“…If I just go back like this, that wouldn’t be fun, right?”

She looked around the 1st floor the thick darkness, the flowing black lava, the towering pillars, and thousands of demons peeking from afar with terrified expressions.

“Hmm…”

Sofia smirked.

“In that case… why don’t I claim this place first?”

She looked at the unconscious Baal, then raised her halberd high above her head.

“I’ll become the ruler of the 1st floor. Let’s surprise Sylvia later.”

Her eight wings spread out gloriously.

“And when I finally stand in front of her again… I want to see her cute reaction.”

With that, Sofia stood tall a shard of holy light who had now become the new ruler of the lowest floor of the underworld.