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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

Our dead friendship was buried long when she pushed me down the stairs.


I rolled my eyes and chose the second-in-command behind King Blackwood of Water before the water ghost could speak.


The King Blackwood of Water, simple-minded and brawny, was far from handsome, built like a tank.


But he valued brotherhood above all and wouldn't steal women from his underlings.


He just asked me innocently, "Oh? Why choose him over me?"


I put on a frightened expression and carefully replied, "Because... your deputy's size is more compatible with mine."


Hearing this, King Blackwood burst out laughing, "Too big to handle? Fine, go with second-in-command then!"


Damn straight! Mismatched sizes are a real pain - I speak from experience!


King Blackwood of Water's second-in-command was a newly recruited wandering powerhouse who had proven himself in the recent purge of another zombie horde.


His physique hadn't ballooned too much from zombification, just a tad taller than the average human.


Under six and a half feet, he looked quite human-like, not too terrifying aside from the purple-gold patterns covering his face. After the appearance becomes more humanoid following the zombie transformation, more humanity is retained, and intelligence increases.


I had previously studied the elite among these zombie groups.


His abilities were on par with other King Blackwoods. If he hadn't been schemed against and injured, then hunted to death by other zombie hordes, he would have had the chance to dominate a region.


I've had enough of living as a plaything, scraping by. Men can't be relied on, and male zombies are even less dependable.


This time, I want to forge a new path for myself.


Those zombies who retained part of their humanity understood and all chuckled quietly. The second-in-command's face looked very displeased.


After all, no man would consider it a honor to be chosen because of his small size.


He was very rough with me, hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.


His sharp claws even tore the skin on my thigh.


After smelling the blood, he perversely stuck out his tongue and licked it, the sensation ice-cold.


I fought down my nausea and forced myself to stay calm.


I had endured worse things in the past; this was nothing.


Lavender's eyes were full of contempt and mockery as she looked at me, as if she were looking at a dead person.


Well, from her perspective, the second-in-command I've chosen now isn't even as good as the King Blackwood of Water she chose back then. Certainly not fleeing would spare me from becoming a captive again, nor from meeting the same tragic fate as her.


With her walnut-sized brain, what could she think of besides clinging to others for survival?


This city once had four King Blackwoods, but after today, only three remain.


Now the city is divided into three territories, each controlled by one of the King Blackwoods.


The remaining survivors have also been split into three groups, separating men and women.


The men become blood pack and food, while the women are turned into playthings and tools for reproduction.


After becoming zombies, their fertility rates drastically decreased, making surviving human women highly prized.


It's been over a year since the apocalypse began, and women among the survivors are extremely rare.


The second-in-command is very displeased with me due to that misunderstood comment about his physique. I wonder how he'll deal with me.


Their base is a former five-star hotel, now serving as the stronghold for the King Blackwood of Water.


I was thrown onto a soft, large bed. It had been so long since I'd slept on such a comfortable mattress that I nearly dozed off.


The man - no, the male corpse - with purple tattoos on his face aggressively pinned me down.


"Matching physiques?" "Let's put that compatibility to the test right now!"


Chapter 2