I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 68 – The Woman Who Weaves Space

As I walked beside Celes, I quietly activated [Appraisal] to check her status. In an instant, a transparent screen appeared before me—and the results were quite surprising.

[STATUS – Celestine Virellia]

Race: Human (Awakened)

Element: Space

Level: 43

Stats:

HP: 11,900 / 11,900

MP: 21,100 / 21,100

STR: 4,989

VIT: 4,821

INT: 9,432

AGI: 7,347

LUK: 310

SKILLS:

• Spatial Room – An empty space for storage, preventing decay.

• Void Blink – Instant short-range teleportation. Suitable for evasion or ambush.

TITLES:

• Spatial Weaver – A natural controller of the space element. Increases teleportation speed and precision.

• Awakened Visionary – Increases INT and MP by 10%.

• Veilwalker – Leaves no trace when using teleportation abilities. Ideal for infiltration and escape.

’...So strong,’ I thought. Not only was the space element rare, but her stats were also very well balanced. Her INT and AGI were high, and her ability to control space and gravity made her an extremely dangerous opponent in one-on-one combat.

Not long after, we arrived at her base.

The base turned out to be fairly large and well-organized. Tall, solid walls—eight meters high—encircled the area, made of compacted earth reinforced like concrete. As I stared at it, Celes explained, "That was built by several Awakened with the earth element. Took weeks, but it was worth it."

I nodded and continued following her inside.

Within the walls, the scenery was vastly different from most places I had been. The majority of the inhabitants were women—from teenagers to adults. There were a few boys, but they were still young and not yet mature. As we walked down the narrow main path inside the complex, many of them greeted Celes with warm smiles.

"Celes!" "You’re back, welcome!" "Got a guest with you today?"

Celes returned each greeting with a nod, a smile, or a hand gesture, showing that she was someone respected and loved here. I could see admiration and trust in the women’s eyes—no fear, only a sense of safety and belief.

Eventually, we arrived at a building that looked like a private villa, standing proudly at the center of the base, surrounded by a small garden and a simple wooden fence. As we stepped inside, the scent of tea and spices filled the air—calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the brutal world outside.

Celes invited me to sit on a dark brown cushy sofa in the living room. She walked to the kitchen, poured hot water into a kettle with a tea, then glanced at me.

"You’re probably wondering why this place is almost entirely made up of women, right?"

I simply gave a small nod.

She stood by the window, looking out for a moment before speaking, her voice calm but heavy. "Most of them... are victims. Victims of rape, oppression, slavery... They escaped the chaos and cruelty. This place... is a refuge for them. That’s why we don’t let just any man in."

I looked at her face. There was no hatred—only a deep sense of responsibility.

"I understand," I replied softly but sincerely.

Celes gave a faint smile, then said, "Thanks for not asking more than that. I’ll go take a shower. Make yourself at home, okay?"

She then left the room with calm steps, while I sat still, gazing at the cup of hot tea she had placed on the table before leaving.

After she entered the bathroom, I sat quietly in the peaceful living room, staring at the cup of tea on the table. The scent was light, slightly spicy, and calming. I slowly lifted the cup, then took a sip. The taste was unfamiliar, yet pleasant. My body might no longer be human, but my senses could still enjoy this—at least a little.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps came from the hallway. Celes appeared from behind the door, now dressed in a white tank top and loose shorts. Her silver hair, still damp, clung slightly to her shoulders, and the aura of caution she once wore had shifted to something more relaxed—though her presence as a mature woman remained just as strong.

She sat in the chair across from me with a graceful motion, then poured herself some tea. After taking a sip, she stared at me in silence for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Are you... the Zombie Queen the military’s been afraid of?"

I tilted my head slightly and answered calmly."Maybe."

Celes let out a small laugh, her tone teasing yet filled with understanding."Haha, fair enough. Oh, and there’s a military branch base nearby, but... well, it’s pretty much falling apart from within. Their arrogance destroyed them. A lot of Awakened left—including me."

I raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised."Well, that’s human nature. Once they feel powerful, they start forgetting their limits."

Hearing my reply, Celes narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked at me with deep curiosity."Hoo... interesting. Is that a remnant of your past knowledge? Before you became a zombie?"

I simply stared at my cup of tea. I didn’t answer.

"Haha, yeah... that’s humans for you. Instead of uniting, they fight over power," she said casually, leaning back in her chair. She looked tired, but relieved to say it.

She lifted her cup again, then looked at me with a serious, though not intimidating, gaze."Would you... like to stay here?"

Her question caught me off guard. I looked at her straight."No. I’m a zombie. I don’t belong in a place like this."

Celes just laughed lightly and replied,"Relax. As long as you don’t do anything harmful, I don’t see a problem. Honestly, having you here could even help us. Ahaha..."

I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes weren’t joking. Despite her laughter, her words were sincere.

I thought for a moment before replying,"Sorry, I have my own place too. And... maybe you should contact New Dawn’s headquarters. I know the leader there."

Celes nodded slowly, as if she had expected my answer from the start."I see. I’ll think about it... Who knows, working with them might help the women here as well."

Celes didn’t respond right away. She simply stared at her nearly empty teacup, then slowly set it down on the table. Her gaze turned distant, as if she was weighing something she had long considered but never dared to decide on until now.

"New Dawn, huh... I’ve heard of them, but there’s never been direct contact," she murmured softly, almost as if speaking to herself. She crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair, her fingers absentmindedly twirling the still-damp ends of her silver hair.

"I don’t usually like relying on outsiders," she continued, her voice clearer now. "But... if it means a better future for the people here, then maybe it’s time I opened the door to new possibilities."

She turned to look at me, her eyes now filled with contemplation and a budding resolve. She no longer looked like just a protector of a safe haven—but a woman beginning to shape the next step for those she sheltered.

"I’ll think about it. Seriously. If you trust them... then maybe they’re worth reaching out to."