Zombie Girls Revival System-Chapter 180: The Dark Racism Humans Hold Against Humanimals.

The child's words were the final, crushing blow. Evelise's chest convulsed with a silent sob, the realization that her gift— her miracle…was seen as a weapon sinking into her heart. Her lifelong conviction, the one that drove her to face the City's elite, was being ripped apart by the very people she sought to save and heal. The firsthand blast of pure, unadulterated racism was overwhelming.

Oshan reached her first, planting herself firmly between Evelise and the shrieking mother.

"Lady Evelise!"

Oshan cried out, her body acting faster than her thoughts. Evelise pressed both hands against her ears, shaking, her voice barely a broken whisper under the noise.

"I was only helping… the little girl scraped her knee… I only healed it… I didn't curse her… I didn't…"

Sid reacted on instinct, trying to salvage the collapsing situation. He reached out, hoping to steady Evelise, hoping to guide her away before things turned violent.

"Lady Evelise, you need to leave now. The situation is unstable."

He said, forcing the guard's voice to sound calm and official. But Oshan's response was immediate and fierce. She slapped his hand away with a sharp crack.

"Do not touch Lady Evelise! You, shove everyone away in our path, ill carry her back to the mansion."

Her voice boomed over the chaos, startling even Sid. Sid replied,

"Right!"

A heartbeat later, Oshan scooped the trembling girl into her arms, cradling her close. She charged through the crowd with brutal efficiency—shoulder, elbow, anything to clear a path. Her entire being focused on shielding Evelise from the storm. The crowd followed, rabid and relentless.

"WITCH!"

"MONSTER"

"CURSE!"

"ABOMINATION!"

The fragile peace of unification had lasted no longer than a single public appearance. A woman holding a camera stepped in front of Evelise and blocked their path, shouting,

"Get the fangs out of our city!"

Sid's anger snapped, and he shoved her aside, forcing himself to stay in character as a city guard.

"Step back! One more recording and I'll show you the fangs you're talking about. This is a direct violation of the Mayor's decree!"

The woman lowered her phone at once and moved aside, and Sid turned on the rest of the crowd.

"Clear the way! Anyone who interferes will be detained on the spot— move!"

Cameras continued to flash, and Sid shouted again, "Anyone capturing photos or videos will be punished under the Mayor's orders!"

The mother of the frightened child let out a wild, hysterical laugh.

"The Mayor only tolerates her because his wife is dying! He'd throw that beast back into the wild tomorrow if he could! No one wants her here!"

Oshan flinched at the words, tightening her grip around Evelise, holding her as if the insults were physical blows.

"It's not true, Lady Evelise! Don't listen to them! Your power is pure!"

But Sid knew what he was seeing. He stared at the wall of terrified, furious human faces. The servant's warning from the previous memory hit him with perfect clarity, echoing in his skull like a prophecy fulfilled:

"Humans grew greedy… they couldn't accept being under the protection of a humanimal."

The plaza scene unfolded in a grotesque tableau of fear and hatred. Sid, trapped in the guard's body, could only watch, his heart sinking with profound sorrow and anger.

The noise of the mob seemed to blur into a single, ugly roar: "Witch! Abomination!"

As Oshan carved a path, holding the sobbing Evelise tightly, Sid's vision seemed to slow down. He saw Evelise's face—her exquisite features slackened by total despair, the defeat etched deeper than any insult. Her lifelong conviction—that perfection and utility would earn acceptance—had been brutally murdered in the City's heart.

"This is it," Sid thought, the memory cutting deeper than any physical pain. "This is why she holds back."

He remembered the night he had first revived her, how she had recoiled when they neared the Nexus Green, confessing her fundamental fear of human cruelty. Then, the later, more vulnerable confession:

"I was the only one they allowed to become a citizen inside the city. I know it was because of my healing gift — maybe that made me useful enough to tolerate. I wanted to believe they saw me as one of them…. But here, in this plaza… I learned the truth. I was humiliated in front of everyone. They called me a monster, an abomination that should never have existed. I-It was my first time standing here, thinking I finally belonged… I didn't. They made sure I knew that."

He was seeing it now, live. This venomous rejection was the reward for curing their plague.

Sid's mind flashed back to the previous memory: little Evelise practicing her curtsy until her knees bled, her mother driving her towards inhuman perfection, all to make her acceptable to this society.

"It was all for nothing! All that sacrifice, all that discipline, utterly wasted on this shallow, hateful race!"

He shoved another shrieking official out of the way, his guard persona struggling to maintain order while his true self seethed. The racism was an unbearable, palpable force.

"You fools!" Sid wanted to scream. "She saved your rotten lives! Why this hatred?"

Sid closed his eyes tightly, unable to bear the sight of Evelise's broken face, carried away like a wounded bird. The sheer injustice was a physical blow. Behind him, the citizens were still in chaos, and the hysterical mother kept screaming, only intensified, her hysteria climbing into a fever pitch.

"OH MY GOD, my daughter has been cursed! Is there a doctor— no, a priest! Somebody, lift this curse!"

The little girl clutched her chest, overwhelmed by her mother's panic. Her breaths came in short, frantic gasps.

"M-Mama… I can't… breathe—"

Her knees buckled. The child collapsed onto the stone pavement.

"She collapsed! The curse worked!"

Someone shrieked, but the hysteria was replaced by immediate, desperate fear. The mother dropped her purse and dove for her daughter. Just like that, the direction of the mob's fury snapped away from Evelise and onto the unconscious child. People surged forward, jostling and crying, their fear redirecting itself into a new, more immediate crisis.

Oshan did not hesitate. She ducked her head and swept Evelise closer, pushing through the thinning line of bodies with swift, brutal precision. Sid followed in her wake, shoving aside anyone too slow to move. Within seconds, the three of them slipped through the final opening, vanishing into the edge of the plaza while the chaos behind them spiraled into pure human panic.

The screams, the accusations, the camera flashes— everything faded as the distance grew….

The abrupt scene change felt merciful. Sid blinked, finding himself standing in the quiet, sterile corridor outside Evelise's allocated suite in the Mayor's mansion. The screaming of the plaza was replaced by the muffled sound of weeping from behind the closed door.

He was still the City guard, holding a cup of steaming, calming tea. He stared at his own reflection in the polished silver of the tea service. He saw a man struggling to reconcile official duty with profound moral disgust.

He stood sentinel, listening to the private anguish. He could hear Evelise sobbing— a raw, broken sound—punctuated by the soft, soothing murmurs of Oshan.

Oshan (muffled): "...It is not true, Lady Evelise. They are jealous. Their fear is their weakness. You are the miracle. Please, drink this water..."

Evelise (choking): "No, Oshan... they meant it. Every word. Abomination. All that work... all the pain... and they still see me as a curse..."

Sid waited, patiently, until the desperate sounds finally quieted, leaving only soft sniffing. He raised his hand and gave two quiet, respectful knocks.

"Lady Evelise," the guard said, his voice measured. "I have brought the calming tea. May I enter?"

A brief pause, then Oshan's voice: "Come in, Guard."

Sid entered the lavish room. Evelise was sitting on the edge of the large bed, dressed in a simple night shift, looking like a haunted wraith. Her eyes were swollen and red, gazing at nothing, the horror of the plaza still playing out in her mind. Oshan was kneeling beside her, holding her hand.

Sid approached slowly, offering the tea.

"Lady Evelise," he said, his voice gentle. "You need to drink something warm."

Oshan reached out and carefully took the cup. "Thank you, Guard. You may leave now."

Sid lingered. He wanted to speak, to offer some word of comfort that the guard's limited vocabulary wouldn't allow. He wanted to tell her she was magnificent, that the hatred was wrong, that her sacrifice mattered. But he remained silent, unable to bridge the gap of his disguise.

Just as the silence became unbearable, the door burst open without warning. A frantic maid stumbled into the room, gasping, her uniform disheveled.

"Lady Evelise! Lady Evelise!" the maid shrieked, tripping over the rug and sending the tray of untouched snacks flying.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" Oshan demanded, instantly standing and shielding Evelise.

The maid scrambled to her feet, ignoring the spilled china.

"The Mayor's wife! The Mayor is demanding you! She... she collapsed! He is desperately looking for you! He says the Rot has returned!"