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When the apocalypse struck, the world transformed, and my best friend and I became rare female survivors among humanity.
After being captured, I was chosen by King Blackwood of Fire, who had awakened fire abilities. Within a year, I gave birth to a prodigy - the young King Blackwood.
As time passed, our territory expanded, and King Blackwood became a dominant force. I became the most revered woman of the post-apocalyptic world.
My best friend, however, ended up with King Blackwood of Water, who had awakened water abilities. It wasn't long before he was killed by other King Blackwoods who seized his territory.
She became a captive once again, suffering greatly as she was passed between several undead hordes, until I finally rescued her.
But instead of showing gratitude, she became insanely jealous and pushed me off a high-rise building.
I dragged her down with me as we fell to our deaths. When I was reborn, I found us back on the day the spoils of war were being divided.
My best friend eagerly threw herself into the arms of King Blackwood of Fire, whose face was covered in flame tattoos.
Seeing her malicious smile, I couldn't help but grin as well.
I could finally escape that hellhole, and there was actually a fool willing to jump right in!

After the Rebirth I Won't Be King Blackwood's Wife Again

From the top of the high-rise, I scanned the dense mass of writhing corpses below, searching for that familiar silhouette.


I watched as he gradually made his way through the horde, inching closer to where King Blackwood of Fire stood. Through the earpiece, I guided his every move.


Following the route I had mapped out, he avoided numerous obstacles, stealthily maneuvering to the enemy's rear.


Transforming into a white lightning bolt, he appeared above King Blackwood of Fire's head, executing a swift stranglehold and claiming the opponent's head.


Without King Blackwood of Fire's control, the zombie horde fell into chaos.


Dane let out a soul-chilling roar, causing all the undead to bow their heads in submission.


Any remaining stragglers who refused to comply could be dealt with easily enough.


Estrella and I busied ourselves with gathering supplies and tallying survivors.


Chapter 8