The Villainess and I, her Zombie Chapter 303

"You know, it's really annoying that we live in such a peaceful spot... Pride's territory was bustling with monsters but here we need to search for a couple of hours just to get a lone goblin straggler..."

Zombie sighed to himself, shaking the blood of a long dagger that looked like an appropriately sized one-handed sword in his small hands.

There was still more than an hour until sunrise but with no fog, there were no troubles with visibility whatsoever enabling Zombie to move around without the need for a light source or a night vision skill.

Patience spoke up sounding concerned.

What do you mean exactly...? Is there anything suspicious in your portion of memories...?

Zombie instantly closed his mouth and thought furrowing his brows, and clenched his hand on the weapon's handle.

Patience sounded way more concerned than Zombie ever expected them to get.

And it wasn't like the little boy had a skill like a rotten brain that would stop his intelligence in any way...

So you're saying that the worm centipede got a lot stronger.

He sighed internally.

There was no longer hesitation in Patience's voice, only urgency.

On it.

Zombie nodded and started running immediately after sheathing the long dagger.

Annoyingly enough, he still hadn't received anything like the strong kick or another type of leg-based attack, so he couldn't use the trick that he had figured out in his first playthrough, but with the leg power affinity his running speed could match up to even that of an adult.

What the hell does that mean?!

Zombie asked in shock, without losing any speed, careful not to trip on some exposed roots or fallen branches.

Patience explained sounding both shocked and impressed in equal measure.

*booom*

But then, even though their village was still a good distance away, a sudden sound of an explosion echoed between the trees, making Zombie tense up and sped up greatly while gritting his teeth.

Even with all that, he wouldn't have made it all the way to the village for more than fifteen minutes.

*RUSTLE*

But the thing was, he didn't even have to...

"SCRUHIIIIIIIIIIIIII! (HUUUUUUUUUUUURT!)"

With the rustle of the leaves and branches, a giant black and red centipede burst through the bushes in Zombie's way, screeching horribly while trampling everything in its way.

With how it was charging, it was as tall as an adult human while at least three times as long – its red carapace and black legs had many wounds and scratches as well as multicolored feathers of slaughtered hens stuck all over.

Zombie stopped right in place just as the monster appeared, and similarly, the beast froze as if it didn't expect to see anything in its way,

The monster's beady black eyes focused on the small, merely three-year-old boy, and its mandibles moved around vigorously to get rid of the pieces of colorful feathers of a rooster stuck between them.

Yet somehow, the most disturbing thing in this whole image was a bright red oddly shaped sign burning right in the middle of the centipede's head segment.

Patience's shout echoed in the void...

Zombie didn't even flinch, speechlessly staring at the wounds left on the centipede's carapace by the measly talons of the domesticated chicken monsters he attempted to train just the previous morning...

Patience sounded as if they flinched and spoke up in confusion.

Since their initial response had no effect whatsoever Patience tried to explain everything desperately fast just to get the boy away from the monster that was slowly regaining its composure and was already readying itself for a strike.

Zombie finally moved – but instead of running away, he pulled out his weapon while glaring into the beady black eyes of the centipede.

Patience shouted inside of Zombies head, but the only response was from the boy was the light of an activated skill suddenly brightening up his eyes and enveloping the blade of the long dagger he was using as a sword.

Patience resorted to pulling Cranberry into the argument but similarly as before – their argument failed to move the proudest corpse in the body of the three-year-old boy.

"Forsaking one's pride for achieving their goal isn't wrong... But if I did that, could I really look into Cranberry's face with a clear conscience when we finally meet in this playthrough?"

"...scruhiii...? (...human larva, not running, not afraid...?)"

Zombie smirked, taking a stance while the centipede let out a cautious insect screech, confused by the different response than it expected.

Patience shouted desperately.

"Then I just need to kill this bug, don't I?"

Zombie's smirk bloomed into a bloodthirsty smile and he launched himself at the monster.

Chapter end

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