Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

​"Alright, the sun will go down soon, so we don’t have all day. Caspian, you’re the lead because you know the way back. Kulu will fly behind you so he can know the direction back to our den." She heard him mutter under his breath how he didn’t want to take the bird brain back, but she ignored him. "Kulu, make sure to follow him closely and don’t lose sight of his wings."

I have a feeling that the moment Kulu loses sight of Caspian, Caspian will leave him in the dust to get lost.

"These things are very important, so do not bring your hatred into this," Hana said, her gaze dropping on Caspian as he was her target audience. "I want them all safely delivered, is that understood?"

Though disgruntled, Caspian nodded.

"Yes, Hana."

"You two are the fastest, so you’re the haulers. Move every box out there to the den before the light fails."

​She looked at Raiden, who was still blowing kisses to his reflection in the locker door.

"Raiden, we need someone to keep an eye on the things Caspian and Kulu will drop at the den so a certain younger dragon does not steal from us," Hana explained. "So, Caspian is going to drop you at the den during the first drop. You’re going to be the watchman. You stay with the loot. If anyone touches a single crate, you scratch their eyes out. Got it?"

​Raiden pouted. He did not like it. Why did he have to be on watchman duty?

Hana saw this and threw in the bait.

"You can keep the mirror and look at yourself whenever you want." She said, and his fox ears perked up, and he purred.

"A small price to pay for such a beautiful view, my love. I shall be the most gorgeous guard in history." He claimed, his nine tails swishing with delight.

Ah, glad I can still count on him.

"Do we all know our roles here?" Hana asked, and they all nodded.

"Yes, Hana."

"Good. It’s time to get to work."

Hana walked out of the bunker, her bare feet hitting the red dirt of the ridge once more. The contrast was jarring—the cold, sterile white of the old world behind her, and the harsh, primitive heat of the beast world in front.

The Boars had already stacked over a dozen silver crates in the sorting area, their grunts of effort mixing with the mountain wind.

It was a beautiful sight of progress.

Hana stood in the center of the storage bay, her eyes tracking the Boars as they hauled out the heavy silver crates.

​Her gaze swept over a stack of flat, glass-like panels reinforced with carbon fiber. Solar arrays.

Her mind immediately began to wander through the den. If she could mount those on the sun-exposed ridges of their home and connect them to the power banks she’d spotted in the corner, she wouldn’t just have light. She’d have heat, have filtered water, and have a tactical advantage that no beast in this world could overcome.

​Civilization isn’t just about surviving the night, she thought, her thumb tracing the edge of a crate. It’s about making the night serve you.

​As she moved deeper into the shadows of the secondary hub, she spotted a small, metallic desk. It was untouched by the moisture of the caves, preserved in the sterile air. Resting on the surface was a book—not like the moldy, water-damaged scraps she’d found in the crate in Caspian’s den, but a clean, leather-bound volume.

​She picked it up, the weight of it feeling strange in her hands. She flipped through the pages. Much of it was technical jargon and coordinates in a language that felt familiar yet distant, but as she reached the very end, the handwriting changed. It became clearer...desperate.

​"To that who reads this, we prayed for the sun to shine on us, the days the zombies will never roam again... If you are reading this, then the sun has shone outside. Thank you for surviving."

​Hana’s breath hitched. A cold, prickling sensation crawled up her spine.

​Zombies.

​The word was a trigger. It pulled her back to the screaming streets, the grey-red sky, and the smell of rot. She looked around the bunker again.

The technology was 21st-century, but refined. What if... what if this wasn’t another world that she had been brought to? What if this was her world—just thousands of years after the end?

Humanity likely hadn’t been replaced by an alien species; they had simply died off to the zombie apocalypse, and nature, in its strange, twisted way, had birthed the beastmen to fill the void.

Her heart began to race.

"This doesn’t make sense," she whispered to herself.

Even so, even if this was her world, but a thousand years in the future...

Why was I brought back here? She wondered. Was I a mistake in the code? The system wanted me to be good, but was that really it?

It literally gave her a chance at living in a world far past the world she had lived in, and why? Because she had been a bad person in her past life. Bullshit!

None of it made sense. It wasn’t clear enough.

But what if she was just overthinking it? What if this journal were left but not in this world, and this entire bunker had slipped into this world like she did?

What if...?

​Suddenly, the blue screen flickered into life before her eyes, interrupting her spiraling thoughts.

> [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: ARCHAEOLOGICAL BREAKTHROUGH]

> Achievement Unlocked: The First Key.

> Discovery: 1 of 7 "Lost Aegis Bunkers" located.

> Analysis: You have uncovered the blueprint of the Old World. If all seven bunkers are reclaimed, the global infrastructure can be rebooted.

> Bonus Reward: +15,000 Karmic Points.

> Current Balance: -1,158,380

> Civilization Progress: 3.5% -> 5.5% ([RANK: VILLAGE SEED])

Hana stared at the screen. Seven bunkers. If this one was filled with enough supplies to last a lifetime, what did the others hold? Medical labs? Weapon caches? Seed vaults?

’Civilization starts with a bunker and a town,’ she thought, her eyes hardening with a new kind of ambition. ’If the system wants me to build, I’ll build. But I’ll do it on my terms.’