〈You can make it with tough leather, so make plenty of it. Make enough for everyone staying in my mansion to use.〉
〈Understood!〉
Thus, Benjamin spent several sleepless nights in the factory, producing a tremendous amount of mouth covers and gloves.
The result was now in front of us.
The maids, Emily and Rose, were proudly wearing the gloves while holding crossbows. The other servants who followed had similar expressions.
“Duke, since you specially made these for us, we will treasure them and try not to lose them if possible.”
“No, don’t do that. Just tell Benjamin to make more.”
“As expected of the Duke…!”
It was fortunate that the Kitten Duke was wealthy. If I had possessed a poor noble or commoner, I wouldn’t even have had such an option.
「So, they say that it’s a trend for a wealthy villainess to be the best these days. Did I make the right choice?」
‘What nonsense is this about the theme that brought me into this…’
Ignoring the absurdity, Zero looked disheartened.
「Hng.」
‘This is the real “Hng,” Hng.’
Ignoring the familiar nonsense from Zero, I asked Rus.
“Rus, are you okay maintaining the magic barrier?”
“So far, it’s a piece of cake.”
Rus was walking at the front of the group, holding the portable magic barrier artifact I developed in the laboratory I arranged for the Duke.
The portable magic barrier artifact, commonly known as the ‘mobile shield,’ had a relatively narrow protected area compared to the magic barriers released in the past.
‘Even though it’s relatively narrow, considering it can accommodate 7-8 people, it’s remarkable.’
Of course, a mage who could operate the artifact normally was needed, and there was a slight weakness in terms of durability. Nevertheless, it was excellent.
It had a function that completely erased scent and presence, making it a top priority when passing through the gaps of zombie hordes.
‘Considering that we’re in a time when the technology to create modern hygiene vinyl gloves or surgical latex gloves hasn’t been developed yet.’
Without teeth, you have to use your gums.
Even though she had a spray bottle and a water gun filled with holy water, the concept of “if” is always present.
‘You should know the importance of hygiene if you experience a pandemic situation at least once…’
After the incident where I went to rescue survivors, I asked Benjamin to make masks for me.
Making a request for masks was not difficult for me, as I had the ‘Help me, MacGyver!’ skill.
Just in case, I brought a sample made from cutting unused clothes, and Benjamin’s eyes widened like a rabbit.
〈What is this, Your Excellency? It’s something I’ve never seen before.〉
〈I made this. A mask… no, a mouth cover. I made it for those who will participate in the journey to recapture the northern gate of the capital.〉
Benjamin, a master at making daily necessities, was very curious about new things.
Since I didn’t invent it myself, I made excuses based on the reference books I had prepared.
〈It’s called a mouth cover. It’s commonly worn in the desert country of Quina.〉
〈Is that so?〉
“Why! I only spoke the truth! Eup eup!”
Ignoring Zero, who was wriggling in my hand, I responded.
“Fighting among this many zombies wouldn’t be advantageous for us.”
“…We won’t win with force alone. I know that you can win by piercing their heads, but at least this much…”
“Benedict.”
I cut him off.
“Do you know the saying ‘no business in daggers’?”
“Yes?”
“Trying to show off our strength in a situation where we are completely outnumbered could lead to a one-way ticket to death.”
The weakness of zombies? I know. Force? It’s not bad, as Benedict mentioned. I’ve leveled up “Grow, Stamina, Strength” to the point where I can easily lift a small child’s body now.
But so what?
“Causing a disturbance here won’t do us any good. If all the zombies in the capital come rushing in, we’ll all die.”
Zombies don’t even have the concept of stamina. They are being forcibly controlled by someone, already dead flesh manipulated by an external force. They keep moving as long as their heads aren’t pierced, even if their limbs are broken and joints are dislocated.
On the other hand, how fragile are humans?
Mihael, Benedict, and even Rus, who can be considered the strongest in this world, would become easy prey for zombies once they tire.
“And… the atmosphere among the zombies doesn’t seem ordinary.”
Is it because there are no ordinary humans left, or is it because the bastard who sent Siena commanded them?
The zombies were wandering around more aggressively, drooling.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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