Created a Reverse Harem in a Doomed World (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Even I don’t understand why Zero assigned me this class trait. They said it was an unavoidable choice to utilize divine power, but couldn’t there have been another way?
As if reading my mind, Zero casually tossed out a remark.
“There isn’t.”
“Hey!”
“It’s because a new savior must appear again to complete a story whose ending has been twisted.”
Zero’s eyes flashed. It was truly the first time in ages I’d seen him look like a proper employee of the Possessor Management Bureau.
“So you’re saying the role of savior suits a saintess best?”
Of all things?
Seeing my horrified expression, Zero giggled.
“This world still loves hero myths. If a saintess appears unexpectedly, defeats the zombie horde, and brings peace to the empire, people will naturally unite and find hope.”
“And then the story ends,” Zero whispered like a demon.
“…Even though it’s a happy ending that strays from the original?”
Zero shrugged at my question.
“To complete an ending that breaks the mold, this much is necessary. The energy generated by humans who pierce through despair and seize hope will fill the gaps in the weakened causality.”
Grandiose words, but in the end, it just meant I’d be patching up the errors in this broken story.
By transforming the former villainess, ‘Elisabeth Keaton,’ into a saintess.
It was a proposal the real Elisabeth Keaton wouldn’t have refused.
After all, it meant pushing aside Siena, the original protagonist, and making Elisabeth the new lead.
But faced with this absurd situation, all I felt was exhaustion.
Wow, I thought my acting days as a wicked villainess were finally over. Now they want me to become a saintess fighting zombies?
This isn’t some blockbuster movie.
“So once that happens, you clock out and I get to go home?”
That was the only thing that mattered to me—whether I could return to my home, my longed-for home.
Despite my indifferent reaction, Zero puffed up his fluffy head proudly.
“Exactly! It’s a grand plan aiming for two birds with one stone, that’s what I’m saying.”
Still, he looked nothing more than an adorable hamster. Where was the dignity?
“Nyu nye nyu.”
“What’s with that insolent attitude!”
“Should I be overjoyed or something? It’s just so ridiculous, honestly.”
“Eek!”
While I was bickering with Zero in my head—I wanted to say he looked like a puppy desperate to relieve himself, whining pitifully—but in reality, Michael sat frozen like a finely carved statue, clutching his golden hair in deep anguish.
“Was it truly just a… dog’s dream? But it felt far too vivid, that flash of insight… Yet that woman a saintess? A passing flea would make a more plausible saintess…”
“He’s insulting you.”
“I know that!”
No matter how much I disliked him, how dare he even consider comparing me to a flea?
I strode right up and kicked Michael squarely in the calf.
“Ugh!”
“Aaah!”
For the record, the awful scream that followed was mine, after kicking Michael. Damn it. He must train his body rigorously every single day—his shin felt like a rock.
Clutching my aching foot and groaning, I saw Michael glaring at me with an unnervingly intense blue glare.
“My lady, what is the meaning of this impudence?”
“See what I mean?”
“Impudent? You’ve been belittling me all along with your choice of address, Sir Michael, yet you have the nerve to talk?”
“What did I…?”
Before I knew it, the butler, head maid, and even the chef had gathered around Michael, glaring him down.
“This person is no longer ‘My Lady’—she is now Duke Keaton!”
“Show proper respect to our new Duke Keaton, Sir Michael.”
At their words, Michael was visibly startled.
“…Has Duke Keaton passed away?”
That was something I could answer myself.
“Yes. He was killed directly by His Highness the Crown Prince—now a zombie—who tore out his throat.”
Right before my eyes.
“…Ah.”
A brief silence fell. After stating the duke’s death, I felt a pang of regret myself.
“If only Duke Keaton hadn’t meddled so recklessly…”
He might not have lost his life.
In these chaotic times, overrun by zombies, there was no one better suited among the high-ranking officials to lead the people than him.
Now that he’d died so pointlessly, a crucial asset for clearing this ultra-difficult quest had vanished before it even began—it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
In the somber mood, Michael offered some perfunctory words of condolence.
“…May he rest in peace. May Lord Ardel guide him to heaven.”
“Oh, yes, thank you… No, never mind! Apologize at once—to our new Duke!”
Perhaps Zero’s possessor buff had been a bit too strong. The servants’ eyes burned with laser-like intensity toward Michael.
Overwhelmed by their strange, intimidating aura, Michael eventually stammered out an apology to me.
“I’m sorry… Your Grace, the new Duke Keaton.”
“Apology accepted.”
Once the noisy argument settled, the duke’s household staff retired to their respective rooms to rest.
After all, even with an unexplained horde of zombies roaming outside, fatigue still crept in once the sun set and night fell.
Moreover, with a trustworthy superior finally returned to the Keaton household, everyone was eager to get a good night’s sleep early.
Everyone except Michael.
“What shall we do, Your Grace? Though guest rooms remain, he did chase you here to capture you. Shall we lock him in the barn?”
After accepting Michael’s apology, I’d gone to the duke’s study—now my room—to catch my breath, when the butler arrived and launched into an impassioned speech.
He seemed utterly awed by my tale of retrieving holy water “for our sake” from the temple, nearly worshipping me as a hero.
“Hey, Patrick. Don’t you think you’re forgetting that golden-haired pretty boy is this nation’s greatest holy knight and speaking too freely?”
“Didn’t Your Grace say the Pope is worse than rotten maggots? Then a holy knight must be the worm beneath that—mmph!”
Michael, who’d been standing silently outside the study since earlier, shot an eerie, ghostly blue glare through the open door crack. I immediately clamped my hand over the butler’s mouth.
“Huh!”
“…Butler, that’s enough. You may leave.”
“Yes, right away!”
Patrick fled in a panic, and Michael stepped into the study, fixing his gaze on me.
I expected him to protest, but instead, he made an unexpected request.
“…Given the circumstances, I’d like to ask to stay at Keaton Manor for just one night.”
“So it’s hard for you to return right away.”
Even a holy knight of renowned prowess would struggle to cross the zombie-infested capital alone and return safely to the temple.
Venturing out onto the streets alone in this situation would be nothing short of suicide.
“So you’ll return to the temple first thing tomorrow?”
“Of course. The zombies Your Grace mentioned will surely harm innocent imperial citizens. I must cooperate with my fellow priests at the temple to eradicate them.”
It was an answer befitting a holy knight who’d lived his whole life with integrity and strict principles.
But Michael was also foolishly naive.
“Then it’s better if you don’t go back.”
“…Why not?”
“No one at the temple will step forward alongside you to save the people.”
“…What do you mean?”
My words hardened Michael’s expression.
“His Holiness the Pope—or rather, just ‘the Pope.’ You saw for yourself the farce he pulled. The temple won’t side with the weak.”
“…”
At the mention of the Pope, Michael fell silent.
“When the source is polluted, how could someone as pure as Michael not realize it?”
Michael, having served in the temple for so long, surely understood the Pope’s corrupt nature better than anyone.
The fact that he couldn’t even bring himself to utter something blasphemous to me and instead squeezed his eyes shut confirmed it.
To the speechless Michael, I delivered another direct blow.
“You’ll gain nothing by struggling all the way back to the temple. You mentioned finding your fellow priests? They’ve probably all fled with the Pope—just to save his own skin.”
“…That can’t be. My fellow holy knights would never agree to such a selfish decision.”
Quick to assess the situation, Michael seemed to place his last hope in his comrades.
“There must have been disagreements within the temple—they probably haven’t moved elsewhere yet. If I go to the temple now, I might still find my comrades…”
“Michael.”
I couldn’t take it anymore and cut him off mid-sentence.
“…Yes?”
“Doesn’t it seem strange? You’re the strongest holy knight, yet not a single person came looking for you, even though you haven’t returned to the temple by this late hour.”
“…!”
My words turned Michael’s face pale.
“I told the Pope holy water is effective against zombies.”
Hearing this, the Pope immediately assumed divine power was lethal to zombies and was thoroughly pleased.
“In truth, it only paralyzes them slightly.”
As long as they didn’t know that, priests and holy knights wielding divine power were effectively the empire’s strongest assets.
Thus, Michael—the strongest holy knight—was an invaluable asset in this zombie-infested crisis.
“So why hasn’t anyone come looking for you? With your strength, survival should be easier than most.”
The answer was simple.
“The temple has abandoned you, Michael.”
Michael, the captain of the holy knights, who’d lived his life pursuing only righteousness and justice.
Seeing him vanish while trying to grab me—swept away by a teleportation spell—the Pope must have thought, “Perfect.”
“How delighted he must have been—Michael, the one with the strong standing to oppose his incitement, was gone.”
Even if someone objected to fleeing, that reasoning alone would silence them.
So why hasn’t Sir Michael returned?
If he were alive, wouldn’t he have naturally returned to the temple?
If not, it meant he was dead—and if even a powerful holy knight like Michael could fall, what hope did the rest of us have?
“‘We must survive first if we’re to plan for the empire’s future…’—they probably spouted nonsense like that.”
But the priests and holy knights at the temple would have been swayed by the Pope’s words.
Whether Michael was alive or dead, the Pope’s very words would strike fear into them.
It wouldn’t be hard to temporarily set aside one’s conscience when faced with the primal instinct to survive.
“It can’t be! No—it mustn’t be!”
To Michael, who denied reality, I whispered cruelly.
“Accept it and face the truth. You’ve been left behind.”
“…”
“You’ve been abandoned here at the manor—with me, the person you despise most.”
Right here in the heart of the capital, crawling with zombies.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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He’s thinking it’s just a spell🤣🤣
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