1. Reincastlenated!

It was a certain Sunday morning…

I was diligently doing “research” for my writing job, as a newbie webnovel author.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

In truth, the so-called research consisted of me lying completely flat on my unmade bed like a beached whale, binge-watching the latest isekai anime from sunrise to sunrise, with a half-empty bucket of chicken nuggets next to me, and a whirring laptop teetered precariously on my knees.

Life felt strangely peaceful.

Peaceful, that is, as long as I kept forcing myself to avoid thinking about the ten-thousand-word deadline looming over me.

A sharp notification sound cut through the room.

DING!

My phone.

I rolled onto my side with all the grace of a dying walrus and stretched out one lazy arm to pick it up. I was expecting my editor’s shrewish voice blasting through the speaker any second now, demanding to know why my lazy ass was still horizontal instead of chained to the keyboard.

But… nope.

The message glowing on my screen was something else entirely.

[User “Mister X” has rewarded your novel with 1000 Luxury Castles — worth 5,000,000 Coins!]

I froze mid-chew for a solid half-second.

(Huh…?)

(Five million… WHAT?!)

…

Yep.

Believe it or not, that was the moment I died.

Someone had just thrown thousands of dollars at my trashy smut webnovel about catgirls. I was overjoyed, but before I could even dream of spending a single cent, I choked on a goddamn chicken nugget.

…And died, a ridiculous death.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Well, luckily for me, death wasn’t the end. Right after the darkness swallowed everything, I woke up again, and found out that I had been reborn into another world.

But I didn’t arrive as a human, a mighty hero, or even some overpowered monster.

Instead, I became… a castle.

A damn castle, stuck in the middle of a wild forest.

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Reincarnated as a castle – Day 1

Castle Points: 0

For what felt like hours, my mind spiraled in absolute chaos.

Eventually, the panic subsided enough for me to force a few mental breaths. Mental only, of course. Because when you’re nothing but a pile of cold stones and mortar, you don’t exactly have lungs or a nose to breathe through.

Anyways, calling me a “castle” might be a bit generous.

In reality, I looked more like a small manor, or, at best, a miniature keep.