A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 150

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My life flashing before my eyes like a carousel of memories….
I’ve done plenty of pathetic things and made countless embarrassing mistakes along the way….
But right now, I’ve saved someone and made a spectacular fall.
A fall is also… a triumph…!
“Kyaaaah!”
As my body plummeted backward with a vicious wind at my back, just before I was buried among the zombies, I activated the crimson stone I’d been clutching in my hand all this time.
The stone I’d taken from the cross-dressing zombie I encountered in the Dining Room earlier.
A zombie’s soul stone.
Using this makes my body disappear from the physical world.
While I’m viewing this man’s memories, my companions won’t give up searching for me—they’ll clear out the zombies in this place.
At the very least, they’ll find me after I’ve become a zombie and end it with their own hands.
It was half a gamble, and I was anxious even as I executed it, but it was something I could do because I trust my companions.
‘Yusara, you really do have a plan for everything.’
Let’s pretend I don’t know how that plan from the movie 【Weather Bureau】 actually turned out.
The last thing that came to mind before I closed my eyes was the sight of someone watching me fall….
Praha’s orange eyes, frozen in shock from the impact.
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‘What happened to the sacred relic?’
‘I hid it perfectly. Even if those fools invade the Temple with their crude methods… they won’t be able to find the sacred relic unless my God permits it.’
Those who have already seized victory wouldn’t concern themselves with a fallen Temple anyway.
The soft voice dripped with self-mockery.
I looked down at the Blond Priest, whose lips were pressed into a firm line.
The man who had been cross-dressing and sitting at the table in Sodom Castle. The owner of the crimson stone I’m now viewing.
Standing across from the man was Mocha.
With a completely different demeanor than now.
The fact that I’m viewing this memory with my sanity intact means my plan succeeded.
Since I haven’t become a zombie yet, I must be glimpsing the memories of this soul.
I need to hold on as long as possible.
I examined the Blond Priest, hoping the memory wouldn’t end too quickly.
The man I last saw with hair grown past his shoulders and light makeup on his skin now wore disheveled short hair and a white priest’s robe.
Even without hiding his gender, his features were delicate and gaunt.
Is this the ‘close older brother who gave the key to the castle’s outer staircase’ that Mocha mentioned?
Mocha asked with a sardonic tone.
‘Is that sacred relic really that important?’
‘It is. It’s an object that binds souls together so that two people who love each other never become separated against their will.’
‘So that not even death can tear them apart?’
‘So that not even death can tear them apart. In the first place, those trapped in the cave….’
‘Stop. I’ve heard that story until I’m sick of it.’
Mocha waved his hand.
Right. I’ve heard that story somewhere too.
As I pondered, I realized the location where the two men conversed was a familiar Alley in Sodom.
‘If only he had used that sacred relic on himself. Then my younger sibling might still be alive.’
Through the conversation that followed between the two men, I understood the situation.
Despite Emperor Broccoli, Mocha’s mother, openly rejecting the gods, Sodom seized the opportunity when war weakened imperial authority and chose the God of Indulgence as their new deity.
This was followed by the rejection of all other gods.
The Blond Priest was the last remaining priest of the God of Beauty and Marriage in Sodom.
He guarded the sacred relics.
When his faith was defeated and the priests began to be dragged away, he hid the sacred relics somewhere within the decaying Temple of the God of Beauty and Marriage.
Mocha’s younger sibling, who was dragged away and killed, had been the Blond Priest’s wife.
The incident occurred while Mocha was away in a neighboring City seeking help so the three of them could escape together.
When Mocha returned too late, all he could witness was his younger sibling’s limbs being torn apart by zombies.
Mocha lost his sibling; the Blond Priest lost his wife.
Moreover, the man now had to abandon his priestly identity and dress as a woman to avoid being dragged away.
The man with his head bowed muttered darkly.
‘She didn’t deserve to die like that.’
‘I know.’
‘….’
Mocha rummaged through his pockets and handed the man several items.
‘These are magical artifacts I obtained with great difficulty. With these, we can execute our plan much more effectively. This is your letter of recommendation to show the Local Lord’s steward.’
The man, who had been staring at the ground, asked Mocha.
‘…Will you be alright? Even impersonating that filthy god’s priest?’
‘What does it matter to get my hands dirty for revenge?’
‘But if you receive divine punishment for this….’
‘You know. That god is selfish—he doesn’t interfere unless directly insulted. As long as there’s entertainment.’
‘The people of this city who believe in such a god seem insane.’
‘They are.’
Let’s see if their god actually protects them on the final day.
In the darkness, Mocha’s eyes gleamed.
Time passed like a film reel turning—click, click, click.
‘Finally, today has come.’
Now Mocha, transformed into a face I recognized, and the man met again.
Mocha in a wig and heavy makeup; the man dressed as a woman, now a Maid in Sodom Castle.
This time, the location was the Garbage Disposal of Sodom Castle.
The man revealed a leather pouch he had smuggled out hidden in a cart, disguised as garbage. Inside were several finger-sized bottles.
A sinister liquid sloshing ominously inside glass vials sealed with cork stoppers.
…Zombie blood, surely.
Mocha spoke.
‘Not much time left now. Once the people return from their prayers and drink from the fountain as usual, everything will begin.’
However, the Blond Priest was not as resolute as Mocha. Something troubled him, and he kept glancing upward.
The man, shadows falling across his face, spoke.
‘I want revenge. That much is certain. If I had a blade in my hand right now, I wouldn’t hesitate to drive it through the Local Lord’s throat.’
‘But?’
‘However….’
‘However what?’
‘There are innocent people within this castle.’
‘Innocent people? Who?’
‘The guests who’ve visited this castle. Children. About half of the servants. And the Local Lord’s children.’
‘Why are the Local Lord’s children innocent? They’ve enjoyed wealth and glory built upon our blood.’
‘….’
‘Come to your senses. Think about why we’re here. My younger sibling was far more innocent than the Local Lord’s children.’
‘…But what about the guests visiting this castle? They’re different from those who came before. They’re not gambling addicts or slave traders. Some of them are only four years old.’
‘….’
‘If we drag those children into our revenge, what makes us any different from them?’
Unlike the man’s confusion, Mocha remained composed. He turned a bottle in his hand this way and that, responding with perfect calm.
‘That’s why we’re prepared to be punished alongside them.’
‘….’
Mocha lifted his head, his eyes gleaming.
‘We will fall together with this city. My God will judge my sins. In the afterlife.’
‘…You’re right. Your words are true. I don’t believe in your God, but… it doesn’t matter.’
At least I’ll be able to see my wife again in the afterlife, the man murmured.
Several more scenes passed.
Dawn, with only the minimum number of people remaining.
The Blond Priest spread panic by claiming corpses were wandering the Corridor, then herded everyone to the Basement by saying someone had stolen a body.
Mocha, who had been waiting, locked them in cages.
In the meantime, the Blond Priest roamed the castle, mixing zombie blood into the fountains.
The first to drink it was the Blond Priest himself.
The man wiped the juice dribbling from his lips and sat down in a Dining Room chair with a thud.
‘I miss her….’
Tears streamed down the pale cheeks of the man who seemed to be thinking of his wife.
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“Gasp!”
The moment my eyes snapped open, I rolled to the side in one motion.
I’m alive!
But where are the zombies?!
I raised my legs, bracing for an incoming attack.
At the same moment, I realized I was rolling through a field of corpses.
Soft and squishy, yet slightly hard. The sickening sensation of blood and pus congealing together.
Charred remnants scattered across the courtyard—this area alone had been struck by concentrated lightning, leaving everything blackened and scorched.
“Ugh!”
If any of this ash accidentally got into my mouth, that would be catastrophic.
I pushed myself up onto my feet.
The Sodom Castle Courtyard. The place where I had fallen.
Fortunately, my body remained intact.
‘The zombies clustered on the ground must have cushioned my fall.’
And all of their necks had been slashed to ribbons.
I turned my head, wondering if my companions had eliminated all the zombies as I’d anticipated.
That’s when I saw Praha in the distance.
Praha was on his knees in a field of corpses, crawling across the ground.
His expression completely shattered, he was clawing through the bodies with bare hands, desperately searching through the gaps between them.
His once-pristine fingertips were now blackened.
It was dangerous to be buried like that.
Yet he paid no heed, crawling through the corpses with his entire body.
Miserably.
“Don’t do this to me… don’t… please…”
And he was weeping.
Our eyes met—Praha’s lips trembling, tears streaming down his face.
In that gaze, despair and anguish pooled.
Ah…
How carelessly had I been thinking?
[Sodom Castle Courtyard]
-Yusara, Praha, Cyprus, Yujein, Tangerine, Muffin, Cheese, Cheese’s Younger Sibling, Melon, Pochacha (Survived)

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