[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army":3,"chapter-reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-chapter-1851":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1694407,2163,"Chapter 1851: Her Sacrifice","reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-chapter-1851",1851,"\u003Cp>-----\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother and her two daughters stared at one another blankly for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were stunned—even Maria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their paths had diverged, and at one point the entire family had fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica honestly didn’t know what to say right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all that came from her mouth once she realized this was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry... for leaving you behind...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laura and Fran looked at their mother. Their eyes slowly widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s all my fault... I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her daughters stepped forward. Fran hugged her tightly, giving her the warmth her cold body had long forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about?\" Fran sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom... I missed you...\" Laura cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica’s face twisted into tremendous sorrow. Tears spilled from her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands remained frozen; she couldn’t yet hug her dear daughters back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she even worthy of their love anymore?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After what she had become?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After everything she had done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t she the same as the despicable monsters they hunted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was no different from a beast...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, how many people she had killed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Innocent, good people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilt and shame consumed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing she wanted more than to die...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It doesn’t matter,\" Fran said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were forced to do this, Mom,\" Laura added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-Ah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re just a victim. There were many people like you,\" Fran said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You aren’t at fault...\" Laura said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her daughters comforted her, even though the guilt burned so fiercely...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica’s hands trembled. Slowly, she hugged her children tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst tears, her daughters poured all the love she believed she no longer deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept saying she was sorry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had suffered for so long...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All so her little princesses could live well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could she really allow herself to be a little selfish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this once?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love you two so much...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she cried, memories of her daughters flooded her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the day she gave birth to her dear Laura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How she watched her grow from a grumpy little baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laura always got into trouble at school. She wasn’t friendly and acted like a mean girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But slowly she taught herself to behave, and Jessica always trusted that her daughter was good at heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then little Fran was born—smaller and shyer than her big sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laura, who had often felt lonely, smiled every day after her sister arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day she ran to see little Fran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would jump at the cradle, wake her, and Fran would cry loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica would scold Laura, and Laura would learn to be gentler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with her husband, they raised their girls well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until her husband left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And everything became so much harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what to do. Her daughters were still children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she was alone, left to fend for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her husband had vanished; some believed he had died somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no clues. His phone was left at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything they had built together, all the time they had spent...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It now meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing her two daughters innocently playing—unaware of the harshness of the world outside...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica realized she had to help them live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her daughters...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could tear her body apart and destroy her own soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to help them live well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tirelessly, endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From day to night, from night to day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes she went without sleep for over seventy-two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At work she would collapse, then wake up and return to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would come home after days away, smiling and crying because her babies were fine, cared for by a good neighbor she paid for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mommy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mamaaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They always ran to her and smiled the moment they saw her. All the exhaustion, all the pain—it flew away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She enjoyed delicious food with them and sent them to the best schools she could afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She loved them more than the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—they were her world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her daughters learned not to cry when she wasn’t around. They grew strong like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so years passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept struggling, working hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She helped her daughters focus only on their studies while she worked tirelessly for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, and almost every night too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a little more cash, just scraping by, to keep up the illusion that everything was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled, pretending all was well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though her body was failing, her blood pressure swung wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fainted more and more, nearly losing her job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t tell them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t afford to shatter the world she had built for them...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tower did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It broke everything, shattered her world apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fran...! No! Wake up...! Please!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst tears she watched her young daughter fall into a coma as an ominous tower appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was fired afterward and had to do everything to survive with her elder daughter—all while trying to pay the hospital bills to keep Fran alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hunted monsters, risking their lives, awakening and gaining whatever power they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eldest daughter had talent; she worked hard and grew into a fine hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her and her youngest, Jessica never stopped working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they struggled. They struggled so much...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do I do? Where do I get more money? I need more money...! I can’t let Fran die...! No, no, no! Anything...! I need more money...! Money, money, money...! It’s all that matters in this horrible world...! Why can’t I raise my daughters?! Just how much do I need to destroy myself to give them a decent life?! I’m not even asking for anything extraordinary... just a normal life...! While there are people with so much money they don’t even know what to do with it...! I...! I nearly kill myself for fifty bucks every day...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jessica stood on the verge of a mental breakdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that’s when they approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They offered something beyond her wildest imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In exchange for one little thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Join our Family, become a Vampire and work as a Hitman for us. You will identify suitable prey and help us hunt them. You will earn $20,000 per prey captured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands trembled; her eyes fixed on the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to cover the bills for almost two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To keep her daughter alive in the hospital and equip her other daughter with the best gear to survive dungeon delves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-You promise that...\" Her voice trembled, hesitating one last time. \"That you won’t harm my family?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you remain loyal, their safety will be ensured. In fact, other factions won’t dare touch them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that day, Jessica lost her humanity. She drank from a cup of vampire blood. Her body underwent a painful transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-----\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-06T14:08:16.354Z",1,"novelbin.me","37f2938662662bfd080e0d9f2131d3169417577f9d8305637c1edc190f1895d5","reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-chapter-1852","reborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-chapter-1850",1954,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-ghost-time-to-build-my-undead-army-cover.jpg"]