Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 90: The Dead Don’t Stay Dead: Maddy and Her Children Confront a Lich! — Part 5.

Chapter 90: The Dead Don’t Stay Dead: Maddy and Her Children Confront a Lich! — Part 5.

As the last of the ten zombies fell and the fog finally cleared, the Lich materialized in the center of the room, its ribcage rattling with a hollow clatter. It was no longer merely annoyed—it was furious.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The creature shrieked, spewing broken, mangled syllables toward Maddy and her children. Whatever language it once spoke had rotted away, leaving only the sound of rage and curses.

Frovian clicked his tongue.

"I think that coward is... cursing us?"

The Lich didn’t stop. For one final outburst, it screamed—

"MOTBJKSHER JFBJFBFUCKABKFER!"

Maddy blinked, somehow catching the intent behind the nonsense.

"Yeah... he is."

The Lich slammed its spine staff into the ground with a force that reverberated through the very bones of the cave. The foundation of the cavern seemed to tremble as the air grew thick with dark energy. Maddy’s skin crawled as the floor beneath them began to shake.

Suddenly, thousands of bone fragments—from shattered fingers, cracked ribs, skulls of fallen humans, and long-forgotten monsters—whirled around in a vortex of black mana. The bones twisted and rearranged, attaching themselves piece by piece with a sickening, grinding sound, like a child haphazardly assembling a LEGO set.

The noise was unbearable, like the rattling of death itself.

Bones rose, some forming crude arms, others reattaching to empty sockets. Some grabbed weapons from the surrounding battlefield, some donned battered armor, while others just stood, waiting for the will of the Lich. The bones weren’t just assembling; they were changing, recombining into something far worse.

Even from the outside, the graveyard was coming alive, the bones clattering and shifting.

Maddy felt a cold shiver down her spine. Her bones twitched in response, a primal instinct of dread. Goblins, ghosts, liches, zombies—she could handle them. But skeletons? This was her total nightmare.

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! I swear, I won’t die from their hits, but at this rate, I’ll definitely die from a heart attack!"

[New Monsterpedia Entry Added: Skeleton Soldier]

[Skeleton Soldier — Habitat: Graveyards / Ruins / Battlefields / Cursed Tombs]

[A reanimated skeletal warrior bound by dark magic. Like zombies, Skeleton Soldiers retain the martial skills and combat training they possessed in life, allowing them to wield swords, spears, shields, or bows with deadly precision. Their bones are unnaturally durable, shrugging off minor attacks that would easily destroy living flesh. Though devoid of flesh and emotion, they fight with relentless discipline and often move in coordinated formations to overwhelm intruders. Commonly serving necromancers or guarding cursed locations, the form of a Skeleton Soldier can vary depending on the bones and materials present in the area where it was reanimated.]

[Magic: 220,000 | Might: 500,000]

[Magic: 150,000 | Might: 350,000]

[Magic: 300,000 | Might: 200,000]

Her eyes darted over the clattering undead soldiers as Lucy’s information finished scrolling in her vision. The hollow eye sockets, the rattling bones, the way their weapons scraped against their own ribs—

She shuddered, pointing accusingly at them.

"Damn it, skeleton soldiers! You know, if you were just fossils lying peacefully in a museum somewhere, I’d actually appreciate you! But nooo—someone had to bring you back and make you walk around!"

She rubbed her temples, exasperated.

"Seriously... bones should stay in the ground where they belong!"

Same with her fear, Sephiran was hiding, clutching Arach’s massive legs as he shivered at the sight of those skeletons. He squeezed Arach’s leg even tighter, peeking nervously at the approaching skeletal soldiers. The clatter of their bones made him flinch.

"EEK! I cannot lay my eyes on them! They are scary!"

Arach pressed his hands firmly against Sephiran, calming him.

"Just think of them as another thing to smash with your War Bat... that sounds good, right? That way, their bones crack under your weapon."

Slowly, Sephiran’s fear began to ease.

"That’s— that’s actually a good sound..."

Hundreds of skeletons pulled themselves out of the ash. They weren’t shambling, they snapped into military ranks, each brandishing their own weapons. The Lich laughed again, convinced it was once more in favor, making Frovian’s blood boil.

"Again with the puppets! Do you have no soul of your own, you calcified coward?!"

Frovian turned to Maddy, still frozen in horror.

"Mother! Let’s end this foolishness! This calcified coward is making my existence run cold!"

The sharp edge of Frovian’s voice cut through Maddy’s mental fog. She blinked, her pupils constricting as the golden light returned to her eyes with a vengeance. She gave him a singular, sharp nod.

"Right... Everyone... SMASH EVERY BONE YOU SEE!"

Her children let out a collective war cry, but it was drowned out by the sound of Maddy inhaling. It wasn’t just breath—she was inhaling the very light of the chamber, pulling it into her palms until her hands glowed with the intensity of twin stars.

"ABSOLUTE LIGHT MANIPULATION: RADIANT RAIN!"

She unleashed a deluge of light darts, more numerous and more precise than ever before. Each shard of light sought out the joints and skulls of the skeletal legion, pinning them to the floor and vaporizing the necromantic thread holding them together.

Arach and Dyralfa stepped forward, their expressions sharp and focused, nothing like the hesitant looks from before. They cracked their knuckles, rolled their shoulders, and snapped their necks in preparation.

Arach smirked.

"This is the perfect way to showcase my skills."

Dyralfa nodded in agreement.

"Right, brother. No more holding back."

In unison, their voices rang out with excitement.

"These skeletons... are a feast for our arms!"

Both of them launched toward the skeletal army like children diving into a ball pit. Arach’s six arms moved faster than ever, one snatched a skull and crushed it, another morphed into a sword to slice through a body, a third became a spear that thrust through six skeletons at once, while another shot silk that ensnared multiple foes. With a roar, he drove himself forward, slamming into the horde and shattering them like fragile toys.

"So fragile... yet they try to fight. Pathetic, but... satisfying!"

Dyralfa unleashed every part of herself: her tail whipped across groups of skeletons, her corrosive venom breath boiled and melted bones, and she leapt, kicked, slashed, and bit with feral precision.

"COME ON! Is that all you’ve got!? Keep those bones coming!"