I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

The air in the middle of the forest was still thick with the scent of drying blood. Damp leaves swayed gently in the wind, brushing against branches and creating a faint melody that seemed to accompany the vengeance I had just begun. Traces of the previous battle remained fresh bloodstains, broken weapons, and corpses partially devoured by ants and wild insects.

Amidst it all, I stood coldly before a trembling woman. The receptionist from the guild a female werewolf with dark gray fur and golden eyes that had lost their gleam of confidence. She quickly realized that this place was the site of death for the twelve intruders. Their corpses remained intact, some faces still recognizable despite their bodies being shredded by the merciless chains.

"Those faces... there’s no mistaking it... they’re all..." she muttered, her voice breaking.

I stared at her emotionlessly. "Correct. They’re the ones who tried to kidnap me. And I believe you know quite a lot about them."

Fear began to clearly take shape on her face, but I knew that wasn’t enough. I needed information. I wanted to know who was behind the kidnapping attempt. I had to confirm how deep the syndicate’s influence ran within the guild and who else was involved, including just how far the Guild Master was entangled.

But there was one problem.

"I never learned interrogation techniques," I muttered softly, letting out a breath.

But I had tools.

Twelve chains slowly extended from my body, hissing like metal serpents gliding through the air. Their tips morphed into sharp blades. Without warning, I flicked one chain, slicing precisely along the werewolf’s right arm. A thin wound formed, and the pain surely burned her skin. She bit her lip to hold back a scream.

Another chain followed. Small, stinging cuts covered her body not enough to kill, but more than enough to make her feel a personal hell on earth.

Still, she remained silent.

Her lips sealed tightly, as if locked by loyalty... or a greater fear of someone lurking behind the scenes.

"Many people fear humans more than monsters," I said coldly. "But I am neither."

The wounds began to bleed, though not yet enough to weaken her. Werewolves had high endurance, making her a tough target for interrogation. But I had more than just physical pain at my disposal.

I raised my hand, and from beneath my sharp black nails, a toxin called Bleeding began to drip. With a swift motion, I slashed her shoulder with one claw.

The reaction was immediate. Her body started to sweat. Her breathing became labored. Blood flowed faster than before, and her already pale face turned ghostly white.

"This poison worsens any open wound and accelerates blood loss," I explained, though she was likely already feeling it. "You’ll feel like you’re dying slowly."

She lowered her head, her body shaking violently. Yet still... she didn’t utter a single word.

Minutes passed. Second by second, her life force dwindled. But just as her eyes began to dim, she lifted her face, and with a weak voice barely above a whisper, she said:

"The Guild Master... will... avenge us..."

A faint smile curled on my lips.

"So that’s how it is," I murmured. "So you admit it. He is involved."

Still, her words could easily be dismissed as the nonsense of someone nearing death. I needed more. But her body was already too weak to endure much else. Blood continued to pool beneath her.

I stared at her for a moment, then raised my hand again not to torture, but to experiment.

"I don’t know if this will work," I said softly, "but I have to find out..."

Once more, my claws raked her skin, but this time I used the Zombie toxin. It wasn’t merely a biological agent, but an essence of my very being as the Zombie Queen. A corruptive power capable of turning living creatures into my underlings so long as their bodies weren’t completely destroyed.

The toxin seeped slowly into her bloodstream.

At first, nothing happened. But then her pupils dilated... then shrank. Her muscles tensed... then relaxed. Her breath caught then gradually stabilized... but not with the rhythm of the living.

"...Ugh..."

A faint groan escaped her throat. Her hand twitched. But now, her movements were stiff. Her once-dim eyes now stared straight at me empty. No more awareness. No more fear. No resistance.

Only void... and wordless loyalty.

I stepped closer, gazing into her face that no longer showed pain. No fear. No rebellion.

She had changed.

She was now one of mine.

I lifted my face to the sky and let out a soft laugh not of joy, but of curiosity.

"It worked..." I whispered. "She wasn’t human. She was a werewolf. But still, she could be turned..."

My red eyes gleamed darkly.

"That means... perhaps all races... can be turned..."

This world truly held too many surprises.

I stared at the body that had now turned into a zombie. There was no longer fear or pain on her face only a blank expression that signaled the complete loss of her humanity.

"Rise," I ordered flatly.

With slow but obedient movements, her body stirred. She stood upright before me, though a bit unsteady. Her gaze was empty, but her eyes now emitted a faint bluish-purple glow the mark of death energy. Her once gray werewolf skin had turned paler, and the open wounds on her body had begun to blacken, a clear sign that the transformation was complete.

I gave a small nod.

"A werewolf zombie... the first of its kind," I murmured, full of curiosity. "And... it seems you jumped straight to Rank 1, not Rank 0 like ordinary zombies..."

Interesting.

Usually, zombies I create from regular humans need time and experience to grow from Rank 0 to Rank 1. But her... thanks to the innate physical and magical strength of her werewolf race, she ascended immediately within the zombie power hierarchy. This wasn’t just a normal conversion it was an instant evolution.

I stepped closer to her slowly. Even though she could no longer speak and her mind seemed vacant, I as her master shared an instinctive bond with her. A kind of spiritual tether formed during the transformation. And I wanted to test it.

"I know you can’t speak, but... can you still remember anything from your previous life?"

I looked into her blank eyes.

"Who’s the one behind all of this?"

She let out a low, guttural groan. But strangely, I could... understand her. Not through words, but as a vague stream of information flowing directly into my mind a hazy memory, yet clear enough to grasp through the bond we now shared.

A figure in a black cloak. A face no longer covered with skin, just a white skull glowing with magical blue eyes. And the word that emerged in that memory made me frown.

"...A lich."

Not just any lich.

A known one.

"So, before becoming a lich... he was a mage from the Human Empire..." I whispered, narrowing my eyes. "How interesting..."

The night wind began to blow stronger, as if reacting to this revelation.

I stood still for a moment, letting the information settle into my thoughts. This was no longer just a random kidnapping attempt. This was a much larger conspiracy involving a powerful figure who had long forsaken his humanity and infiltrated the very structure of institutions like the adventurer guild here.