I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 54 – Portal to a Foreign World and the Zombie Field

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 – Portal to a Foreign World and the Zombie Field

Sofia stood in front of the military gym—a simple yet sturdy building with walls made of reinforced concrete and steel. Her eyes were still a little tired, the result of a night that was too emotional and a morning that was just... too embarrassing.

She took a deep breath, then stepped inside.

Some soldiers in the training area gave her a respectful nod. She returned the gesture and walked straight into the locker room, changing into a white sports bra and black workout shorts. Then she made her way to the weight section and lifted a 60kg barbell as if it weighed nothing.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal hitting metal sliced through the quiet morning.

I need to focus... Stop thinking about her. That stupid zombie...

But Sylvia’s face, with her blank expression and awkward scribbling in that little notebook, kept surfacing in her mind.

Meanwhile, far from any human presence, Sylvia stood before a massive portal that pulsed slowly, emitting a greenish-blue light that blinked like a beating heart. The air around it was being pulled inward, creating a pressure that made her chest feel tight.

She frowned as she stared at it. "Should I go in or not? But I need EXP... and chances are, there are some good enemies inside." freёwebnoѵel.com

She reached out and touched the surface of the portal. It felt like cold water—but solid. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face. Then she took a breath—not that she needed to breathe—and stepped in.

"WHUUMMMM!"

A deep, low hum echoed as her body vanished into the portal.

It felt like sliding through a vortex of water and fog, the world spinning rapidly around her. She felt nauseous—even though, as a zombie, sensations like that should have died with her.

"Weird..." she thought, right before her body was thrown out of the portal and crashed onto soft earth with a THUD!

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw: a vast grassland stretching as far as her eyes could see. The wind blew gently, rustling the waist-high grass. The sun shone brightly, and clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky.

But there were no orcs. No blood. No battle smells.

She sat up slowly, scanning her surroundings. No villages. No encampments. "Is this... a different place?" she wondered.

She stood and began walking across the plains, wandering for about an hour and discovering that the animals here were unlike anything on Earth. There were Horned Rabbits, Giant Wild Boars, and many other strange creatures."Is this portal connected to another world? Or is there a limit to it?"

Eventually, in the distance, she saw something: thin smoke rising from a chimney, and the outline of wooden buildings. A village.

She approached cautiously, then stopped behind a tall tree to observe.

An orc village.

The guards were tight. Dozens of orcs with full weapons patrolled the area, and from their gestures and facial expressions, the atmosphere was tense.

Sylvia watched closely but couldn’t hear their conversation from afar. "Are they preparing for something?"

She opened her telepathic link and called for Tyrant.

Moments later, the ground near the portal trembled. GRRRHHH—DUUMM! DUUMM!

A towering figure, over three meters tall, stepped through the portal with arms like steel and a cold, empty gaze: Tyrant.

Behind him followed nine evolved zombies: Tank, Hunter, Witch, Licker, Fire Zombie, Water Zombie, and more. Behind them, thousands of regular zombies spilled out.

They emerged one after another, then formed ranks like a silent wave waiting for orders. In an instant, that peaceful meadow turned into a lifeless battlefield.

In front stood the nine Rank 3 zombies—they looked far superior to the others, their bodies visibly evolved.

Tyrant stood right beneath the tree where Sylvia sat, like a loyal but terrifying bodyguard.

"Move," Sylvia thought.

Tyrant raised his massive arm and pointed toward the village. A low growl rumbled from his throat. Despite the lack of clear words, the zombie horde understood.

"Exterminate."

And in an instant...

"GRUUAAAAAAGGHHH!!"Thousands of zombies roared in unison, then CHARGED.

The sound of their feet hitting the ground thundered like a dust storm. DUUM! DUUM! DUUM!

From the tree above, Sylvia watched with her usual calm expression. The wind blew through her black hair, and her dark red eyes glimmered faintly.

The nine evolved zombies let out a sharp whistling cry, then darted forward, slicing through the crowd.

In the distance, the orcs began to react. Shouts rang out, alarms sounded, bells clanged. Arrows flew, and spears were readied.

But the zombies did not slow. They pressed forward. Some were hit by arrows and fell, but many kept moving even with gaping wounds or missing limbs.

"PREPARE THE FIRE MAGIC!!!" shouted a large orc from atop the watchtower.

A massive explosion shook the earth. "BOOOOMMM!!!" Bodies were flung into the air. Smoke billowed.

But zombies that could still move began standing again—even while burning.

The Rank 3 zombies, Tank, slammed into the wooden barricade, smashing it to splinters. Then he tore out a guard’s throat and hurled the body skyward.

The Fire Zombie stepped forward. His body blazed with crimson-orange flames that licked his skin like a living torch. His eyes glowed like infernal embers, and each breath released smoke and a scorching wave of heat.

He raised both hands high into the air. Flames gathered in his palms, forming a fireball the size of a human head. The temperature around him rose sharply, causing the nearby grass to wither and catch fire.

The orcs spotted him and shouted in alarm, directing their weapons toward him.

But it was already too late.

With a blazing roar, the Fire Zombie hurled the fireball straight into the heart of the village.

"BOOOOOOOMMM!!!"

A massive explosion rocked the earth. A wave of heat blasted outward, igniting wooden buildings and flinging orc bodies into the air. Fire spread rapidly, consuming homes, fields, and watchtowers in its path.

Screams echoed from all directions, mixed with the sound of collapsing wood and the hissing of flames dancing wildly.

Sylvia remained perched calmly atop her tree, one leg crossed, her eyes coolly watching the chaos unfold below. Beside her, Tyrant stood still, occasionally glancing up at her as if awaiting further orders.

"Let’s see... how strong this village is before it crumbles," she thought, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

And the peaceful grassland was swallowed by death. The green was painted red, the birdsong replaced by howls and detonations. That fleeting peace... was devoured by eternal destruction.