I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

After the long conversation about the gods, the world, the atmosphere between us gradually lightened. Although my mind was still wrestling with all the new information, I didn’t forget the main reason I came to this place.

I took a deep breath and stood up from the wooden chair that had grown warm from sitting too long. "Then let’s return to my original intention. I didn’t come here just to chat... I came to train in magic."

The lich gave a thin smile or at least, that’s the expression I could interpret from his stiff skeletal face. He stood up and waved his hand, making an old wooden table slide away, opening an empty space in the center of the room.

"Good. Let’s start from the basics," he said, his tone turning serious. "Even though your mana is vast, your control of it... is a mess."

I frowned. "A mess?"

"Yes. Like pouring water into a cup using a bucket. Sloppy, inefficient, and wasteful."

I went silent. I had to admit, he wasn’t wrong. Even though my system provided detailed information on the amount of mana used per spell, in practice, I often released far more than necessary whether due to emotion, pressure, or just lack of focus.

The lich snapped his fingers, and a soft purple glow appeared in the air. "Control your mana. Feel its flow like you feel blood coursing through your body. Don’t just focus on the result of the spell understand the process."

The first day was spent entirely on honing basic control. Repetitive movements, magic meditation, and small experiments channeling mana into various objects all of it helped me feel the texture and density of mana in its different forms.

To me, this wasn’t ordinary training. It felt like learning to write with my left hand: awkward at first, strange, but gradually more natural. And somehow, my body adapted quickly. In one full day, I was already able to control my mana with precision. Not perfectly, but enough to make the lich look impressed, though he didn’t say it outright.

"You learn fast... just as I expected," he said while sitting with his arms crossed. "That’s enough for today. Tomorrow, we move to more dangerous territory."

The second day arrived with gray skies looming over his hidden home. This time, the lich taught me different types of magic.

"Offense, defense, escape. Surviving in this world requires all of them," he said.

He started with demonstrations. A small bolt of lightning shot from his fingertip toward a wooden target. Then a shield of light appeared around his body, before he vanished into shadows and reappeared behind me.

"I won’t teach you one branch of magic because our elements differ," he said. "I’ll teach you the foundation the logic of magic itself. After that, you can shape whatever you wish."

The training that day was intense. I tried to vary my spells using the methods he demonstrated, creating my own simplified versions based on how he controlled them.

"I can’t see my status right now," I muttered between spells, "because my system is still evolving... but I know one thing: I’m much more flexible now."

The lich asked, "What is this system?"

I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to delve into that. "Is magic based on imagination?" I asked, steering the topic to safer ground.

"Yes," he said, tapping his temple. "Mana is wild, but easily shaped by a focused mind. Imagination is the blueprint. If you can clearly visualize the shape and effect of a spell, then you can do it."

His words made sense. And strangely, they made some techniques feel more natural. I could visualize magic as objects, as flows, or even as a dance of movements. This method helped me master a few basic spells I deemed most important emergency teleportation, a reflective barrier, and a small directional blast. They were still rough, but at least I had a foundation.

On the third day, our training changed completely.

Instead of teaching me new spells, the lich took me to the backyard of his house a barren dirt field surrounded by thick fog and dead trees. There, he planted his bone staff into the ground.

"I want to test something today," he said. "Can you control the undead... that aren’t yours?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that possible?"

"We’ll see."

With a long chant in an ancient language, he raised several creatures from the ground. Skeletons, zombies, and ghouls slowly emerged, their bodies covered in mud and tattered cloth.

I felt a familiar chill from them. Death energy... but not from me.

"Try to seize control of them," he said. "Start with something simple the zombies."

I stepped forward, activating the regal aura of my Queen of Zombie title. I felt a push from within my body, as if instinct was calling to claim what was rightfully mine.

And slowly... a few zombies began to tremble, then turned toward me.

"I did it..." I whispered. "But only the zombies. The skeletons and ghouls remain unaffected."

The lich gave a slow nod. "Because your influence is limited to certain species. But that can grow. I just wanted to see how deep your connection with that title goes. And from these results... I’m beginning to understand."

We continued with combat simulations. I led the zombies against the skeletons and ghouls. Once again, even though I couldn’t access my system, my body moved swiftly, driven by instinct. My main weapons claws and chains remained dominant, and I combined them with new spells to quickly strategize.

The lich watched calmly, occasionally giving feedback. But mostly, he let me grow on my own.

That day ended as the sky turned orange. My breathing was heavy, my body exhausted, but my heart satisfied. I knew I had grown stronger than ever.

The fourth day arrived.

I stood in front of the lich’s house. He stood at the doorway, watching me with an unreadable expression.

"So you’ve decided?"

I nodded. "Yes. I’m going to the dungeon. The first one... Cave of the Forgotten."

He didn’t ask why. He just nodded, then raised his hand. A glowing symbol appeared in the air a one-use teleportation seal.

"That place... is not like ordinary dungeons. But I believe you can handle whatever’s in there. Be careful."

I stepped into the teleportation circle and looked at him one last time.

"Thank you for everything."

A purple light enveloped me with my Three warewolf zombie, and in an instant... we vanished.

My goal was now clear to test my new strength and Search how back to my world.