I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 335 - 331 – Unyielding Death

The fifth day of the battle had arrived, and the world above was almost unrecognizable. The once-clear sky was now shrouded in eternal dark clouds, with conceptual lightning born from the clashes deep below the sea striking relentlessly, burning distant forests and flooding rivers with salt water tainted by darkness. The beach where Sofia, Alicia, and the little treant had taken shelter was now cracked land, its sand mixed with coral debris hurled from the depths. Stacia, who had regained consciousness but was still weakened by her injuries, sat beside them, her eyes fixed on the churning sea that writhed like a living creature in agony.

"Five days already..." Stacia murmured, her voice faint but filled with worry.

Sofia continued channeling her light magic, not only to heal but also to withstand the shockwaves that came every few minutes. Alicia hugged her knees, the little treant curled tighter, its leaves wilting from exhaustion.

"Sylvia... is she alright? This is taking too long."

In the heavens, the gods continued to watch, but now with far tenser expressions. Lumielle, Goddess of Eternal Light, saw her radiance beginning to fade as she struggled to hold back the darkness creeping from the ocean, as though the morning light she was meant to awaken had been delayed forever.

"This world... won’t hold much longer," she said, her voice like a weary dawn breeze.

Ithara, Goddess of Stars, Fate, and Recurrence, watched the threads of fate in her hands tangle into knots, the patterns of the stars shifting every second as cycles were disrupted.

"Destinies are changing. This is not the ending I foresaw, this is patternless chaos."

The neutral gods grew increasingly restless: Syvalith felt her forests dying slowly, their roots cracking from the unending earth tremors; Zepharion’s breaths grew erratic, his winds carrying broken promises he could no longer fulfill; Caelyra saw the world’s illusions fracture, truths hidden behind madness growing ever fainter; Dreigos watched his mountains slowly collapse, stones shifting after millennia of stillness.

Olmerath and Nerys, the enemy gods who had already surrendered, retreated further into the distance, their forms growing thinner.

"The boundaries are collapsing," Olmerath muttered, the barrier between life and death that he guarded now blurred, restless spirits rising uncontrollably due to the distortion.

Nerys wept softly, her waves no longer obedient; the sea she once commanded had become a monster that devoured everything.

"We were lucky to survive... but this world? No."

In the depths, Zha’gor’s void bubble had expanded to tens of kilometers; the ocean trench had become an endless abyss that swallowed light and sound. The battle had raged for five uninterrupted days hour after hour, day after day, clash after clash. Both combatants’ mana had long been depleted, their concepts cracked and fading, leaving only brutal physical combat wrapped in the remnants of primal power.

Zha’gor, the primordial god who once boasted of instant overwhelming strength, now displayed unmistakable exhaustion. His once-majestic vortex body had shrunk, his layers of eras reduced to half, his core pulsing weakly like a heart running out of blood. Every movement was slow, his conceptual exhalations labored, the multiversal cracks in his "skin" gaping wide.

A god like him was unaccustomed to prolonged war; they always won with a single massive explosion, but here, time itself had become his enemy.

"You... monster," he rasped, his voice breaking like collapsing eras, his breathing heavy after five days without rest.

Sylvia, on the contrary, was growing stronger. Her newly evolved Mortifera body had initially been unaccustomed to its absolute power like a new sword yet to be sharpened. But this battle had become the perfect forge: every clash, every wound that regenerated instantly, every attack she launched honed her body further.

Her physical energy was limitless as an undead, and now, after five days, she felt that power flowing more smoothly. The remnants of her Death Flame burned denser, her Reaper Claw sharper, her movements like death made manifest.

"This is only the beginning," she said coldly, her pitch-black eyes gleaming with ever-deepening darkness.

Sylvia lunged again, her body streaking like a black blade through the gloom. Her right fist, wrapped in the remnants of Death Flame now resembling liquid darkness, slammed into Zha’gor’s left layer. The impact unleashed a tremendous BOOM! like a bomb detonating at the ocean floor. The shockwave swept upward, boiling the seawater and forming gigantic geysers that erupted into the sky.

The last corals shattered into dust, the remaining sea creatures vanished before they could flee. Zha’gor staggered back, his vortex spinning slowly, new cracks appearing in his core. He countered with a slow but powerful physical strike, his condensed "claws" of eras slashing toward Sylvia’s chest.

The attack landed with a CRACK! like the world’s bones breaking, widening cracks in Sylvia’s Death Flame slightly, but her Queen’s Flesh regeneration closed the wounds in seconds.

The world shuddered again. On the beach, Sofia and Alicia were hurled backward, the little treant shrieking as its branches cracked.

"It’s the fifth day! The world can’t take this!" Alicia cried, tears mingling with seawater.

In the heavens, Lumielle’s light flickered weaker.

"These tremors... are reaching the roots of light."

Ithara’s threads snapped.

"The cycles... are shattered."

Syvalith felt her trees topple, Zepharion’s winds became uncontrollable storms, Caelyra’s illusions cracked completely, Dreigos’s mountains suffered massive landslides.

Sylvia gave no quarter. She moved again, using the remnants of Death Step to appear behind Zha’gor, her leg sweeping across his lower vortex with full force. The kick landed with a rumble like an earthquake, deepening the seafloor cracks and widening the trench until it swallowed small islands on the surface.

Zha’gor let out a weak roar and spun his body in retaliation, generating remnant conceptual winds that swept over Sylvia. The impact of the winds against her body produced a whirl like a tornado shattering, sending shockwaves that raised waves on the beach as tall as buildings, flooding inland for thousands of meters.

"Why... aren’t you tired?" Zha’gor gasped, his voice labored, his era layers crumbling one by one after five relentless days. His body was sluggish, each strike requiring more effort, the multiversal cracks leaking strange fading light.

Primordial gods like him had never faced this; they always won quickly, but prolonged time overwhelmed him, his concepts cracking like ancient glass.

Sylvia gave a faint smile, a rare expression.

"My body is death. Fatigue? That is for the living."

After evolving, this battle had become the fire that tempered iron forging her strength. Each day, her Mortifera body adapted: her undead muscles grew stronger, her Death Flame more efficient, her Reaper Claw deadlier.

She lunged again, unleashing a flurry of rapid strikes: left fist to the core, right to the right layer, claws slashing downward. Each impact BAM! CRACK! SLASH! created explosions like artillery, tremors like erupting volcanoes, sounds like endless thunder. The world quaked: distant mountains erupted, rivers changed course, winds became continent-sweeping typhoons.

Zha’gor countered with sluggish punches, his claws weakly slashing toward Sylvia. One strike hit her waist with a shatter like the world’s glass breaking, but Sylvia only staggered slightly, her VIT regeneration activating instantly. She retaliated with a kick to the core KABOOM! the explosion creating a new crater and forming a massive whirlpool on the surface that swallowed distant fishing boats.

In the heavens, Nerys wept.

"My sea... is gone."

Olmerath trembled.

"The boundaries have completely collapsed."

Zepharion blew chaotically.

"The world’s promises are broken."

Caelyra laughed madly.

"This is true madness."

Dreigos remained silent, but his mountains began to crumble.

Minthe, in her folded space, frowned deeper. She did not know Sylvia’s secret that exhaustion was an enemy long since defeated.

"Why... is she not tired?" she muttered, her fingers hesitating.

Yet she continued waiting, counting.

The battle raged on, growing more intense. Sylvia pressed with blow after blow, Zha’gor countered weakly, each clash BOOM! CRACK! BAM! shaking the world harder. The fifth day slowly transitioned into the sixth night, but in the depths, there was no longer any distinction between day and night. The void bubble had become a living black hole that devoured all light. Zha’gor was now reduced to a small, weakly pulsing core, his era layers almost completely eroded. His once-majestic vortex body was like a dying storm, its rotation slow, the multiversal cracks on its surface gaping like bloodless wounds.

Each time he tried to raise a "hand" to strike, the movement faltered midway, as though the remaining concepts of beginning and end refused to work harder.

Sylvia stood upright before him, her breathing steady because she no longer breathed. The thin Death Flame enveloping her body was now denser than ever, like darkness that had learned to kill more efficiently. These five days of brutal combat had completed what evolution had left half-finished: her Mortifera body was now fully attuned. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Every undead fiber knew how to wield that absolute power. Her Reaper Claw no longer felt foreign; it was a natural extension of her will to bring death.

She stepped forward once more.

A simple punch, without active skills, without mana pure, limitless physical strength.

The blow struck Zha’gor’s core dead center.

BOOM!

The final explosion shook the entire ocean. The shockwave erupted upward like a massive underwater volcanic eruption, generating tsunamis hundreds of meters high that swept beaches far inland. In the heavens, Lumielle closed her eyes, her light extinguishing for a moment. Ithara dropped her now-useless threads of fate.

Zha’gor staggered one last time. His core cracked completely, the last light of eras fading.

"...This... is not... my end..." he murmured, his voice no longer truly a voice.

Sylvia slowly raised her Reaper Claw.

"All endings belong to me."

The claw pierced the core and for a moment, the world fell silent. In her folded space, Minthe froze. The finger she had poised to act now trembled.

"Impossible..."

Only now did she realize: the monster whose weakness she had been waiting for had never possessed any weakness to begin with.