I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 351 - 347 – Pile of Documents and the Shadow of War

Sylvia walked slowly toward her castle, her steps light yet burdened with unspoken weight. The morning wind of Nocturne still caressed her long black hair, carrying the lingering scent of the silent forest that clung to her black dress like memories unwilling to depart.

The castle gates opened silently as she approached; two Tank Zombies stood guard on either side, bowing deeply without a word. Sylvia gave only a small nod before stepping inside. The long corridor, illuminated by faintly purple death crystals, felt colder than usual as if the castle itself sensed what was weighing on its queen’s mind. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She headed straight to her study on the upper floor: a spacious room with thick, dust-covered bookshelves lining the walls, a long, plush sofa made of ultra-soft fur, and a large obsidian desk already buried under a knee-high stack of documents. The massive window facing Nocturne had black glass that reflected the morning light like a mirror refusing too much brightness.

Once the door closed behind her, Sylvia let out a long sigh, a breath more like a cold gust than a human exhale. She removed the deep purple scarf from her neck, tossed it over the sofa’s armrest, and immediately sank onto the long couch. Her black dress flowed like spilled ink; her long hair spread across the soft cushions. She looked tired, not physically exhausted, but weary from carrying an increasingly heavy world.

The pile of documents on the desk seemed to call to her. Without rising, Sylvia extended her right hand. A blackish-purple Chain of Abyss emerged from beneath her sleeve like a small obedient snake. The chain glided slowly, picking up several sheets from the top of the stack and delivering them to her hand like a tiny bird bearing a message.

She opened the first sheet while still lying down, her pitch-black eyes narrowing as she read Zark’s neat handwriting the ever-detailed reports from her chief commander, down to the exact number of arrows remaining.

Daily Southern Border Report – Date: Day 17 after World Fusion

Tensions between Earth humans (mutants and non-mutant survivors) and humans from other worlds (especially feudal kingdoms and nomadic tribes) are steadily escalating. Minor incidents occur almost daily: clashes at border markets, livestock theft, accusations of dark magic, and several unsolved murders. Earth humans accuse newcomers of bringing "curses from other worlds" that kill crops and poison rivers. In return, the newcomers accuse Earth humans of using forbidden technology (plasma and radiation) that disrupts natural mana flow.

Yesterday, a group of mutant mages attacked a merchant caravan from the Kingdom of Eldoria. Casualties: 14 dead, 27 seriously injured. The caravan was carrying raw mythril ore destined for Nocturne. This was no ordinary robbery; they left a radiation circle symbol on the ground, a sign that the group calling themselves the "Saviors of Earth" is becoming active again in the southern region.

Recommendation: Reinforce the border outpost with one additional battalion of Earth-Element Zombies and two Lich Guards. Allow joint patrols with representatives of the newcomers to reduce tension. Otherwise, a large-scale war is projected within 2–4 weeks.

Sylvia read the report to the end, then exhaled deeply a breath that made the air in the room feel even colder. She placed the sheet on her chest, staring at the ceiling adorned with an ancient painting of death and life intertwined.

"It seems a great war is coming," she murmured softly, almost to herself.

She took the next sheet with the help of the still-floating black flame, another report from Zark, this time about movements in the north.

Northern Border Report – Date: Day 17 after World Fusion

Surviving mutant humans from the mythril mine incident are regrouping in the northern mountains. Estimated numbers: 800–1,200 people, including high-level radiation mages and several intact armored vehicles. They are no longer attacking directly but are building small fortresses and gathering resources. There are signs they are seeking allies from other worlds, several nomadic tribes and even some minor kingdoms have already received envoys.

Additional note: Some scouts report that they refer to Nocturne as "the City of Death that stole Earth’s legacy." There is a movement to form a larger anti-undead alliance.

Recommendation: Increase reconnaissance with Undead Wyverns. Prepare three battalions of Elite Zombies for the possibility of a sudden attack. If an alliance forms, we may face a coalition larger than any before.

Sylvia closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in. A great war. No longer small border skirmishes, but something that could involve nearly the entire newly fused world: Earth humans still holding grudges, newcomers from other worlds feeling threatened, ancient gods beginning to awaken, and sky-bound powers starting to spread their wings.

She opened her eyes again and took the third sheet, a report from Sofia, freshly sent via communication crystal this morning before they parted at the gate.

Western Escort Region Report – Date: Day 17 after World Fusion

The Velthya clan has arrived in the new territory without incident. They have begun setting up tents and marking temporary boundaries. Velthya requests permission to build simple wooden fences and watchtowers all using local materials. They also offer to conduct night patrols along the western border as an initial contribution.

Personal note: They are truly exhausted, but their spirits are high. Velthya said, "We will repay your kindness with our blood and claws, Syl. Nocturne is our home now too."

Sylvia gave a small smile reading that personal note. Sofia always added a touch of humanity to her reports, something that made the mountain of documents feel a little less cold.

She placed all the sheets on her chest, staring at the ceiling once more. The Death Flame sang softly, like a lullaby for her churning thoughts.

"A great war..." she murmured again, this time louder. "And this time, it’s not just the mutant humans. Every side is starting to move."

She slowly rose from the sofa, her black dress flowing like liquid ink. She walked to the desk, picked up a quill dipped in pitch-black ink, and began writing a short reply to Zark.

Reply from Your Queen – Day 17 after World Fusion

Reinforce the southern border with one battalion of Earth-Element Zombies and two Lich Guards as recommended. Permit joint patrols with representatives of the newcomers to reduce tension and do not let them feel cornered.

For the north: Dispatch three Undead Wyverns for reconnaissance. Do not engage yet. Observe only. If an alliance forms, prepare full defensive plans.

Western region: Grant full permission to the Velthya clan to build fences and watchtowers. They are now part of Nocture and treat them as citizens, not guests.

Schedule a council meeting tomorrow night. We must discuss the next steps.

Sylvia.

She folded the paper, summoned a small black flame that scorched the edge, the official mark of the queen then tossed it into the air. The flame floated out the window like a tiny bird, heading toward Zark’s headquarters at the southern fortress.

Sylvia returned to the sofa, but this time she did not lie down. She sat upright, her right hand touching the holographic inventory screen where the Codex Mortifera was stored. The book trembled faintly, as if waiting.

"Not yet," she murmured to the book. "But it feels like the time is drawing closer."

She walked to the large window, gazing down at Nocturne from above. The city looked like a breathing painting: glossy black rooftops gleaming under the morning sun, thin smoke rising from various chimneys in gentle patterns, the death crystals along the streets beginning to fully dim as sunlight took over. In the distant west, she could see tiny specks, the Velthya lycanthrope caravan setting up their first tents in the new territory. Smoke from their first campfire was already rising, a sign that a new home was beginning to take shape.

Yet the peace felt fragile.

Sylvia touched the window glass with her fingertip. The coldness registered faintly on her undead skin. Out there, the world was shifting again faster than she had predicted. The fusion of worlds had not only merged lands and skies; it had also united grudges, ambitions, and fears that had long been separated by unseen boundaries. Earth’s surviving humans still carried the trauma of radiation and loss. Newcomers from other worlds brought feudal customs, ancient magic, and easily wounded pride. And now, with the arrival of the lycanthropes, Nocturne was no longer an isolated "city of death" ; it had become a symbol: a place where the dead and the living could coexist.

But symbols can also become targets.

She turned from the window and returned to the desk. The Chain of Abyss emerged once more from her sleeve, this time gathering the remaining stack of documents about twenty sheets and neatly arranging them in front of her like a deck of cards ready to be dealt.

The fourth report, from eastern spies: a group of minor Norse gods has begun appearing in the newly connected boreal forest. They are not aggressive yet but have already built simple altars and are gathering followers from local nomadic tribes.