8. Birds

Reincarnated as a Castle – Day 11

[Status]

• Points: 1

• Generation: 1/Day

Consciousness returned gently with the soft morning light filtering through my narrow windows.

A breezy wind brushed playfully against my stone walls, crisp and refreshing after the chaos of the previous night’s storm. The heavy rain had completely vanished, leaving behind a brilliant clear blue sky and scattered puddles that sparkled across the grassy field and overgrown courtyard around me.

Chirp. Chirp chirp.

Birds were singing, their cheerful songs ringing out as they welcomed the new day with lively energy.

Meanwhile…

(Woah! Amazing!)

I could already feel it deep inside. My core had grown slightly larger than before, now pulsing with noticeably stronger, warmer energy that flowed more vigorously through every brick and beam. I was bursting with a subtle new power!

Now that I generated one point per day, sooner or later I’d finally be able to buy something useful or upgrade my other shops. All I needed was a little patience — something I had in unlimited supply as an immortal building.

(Ahhhh~)

I inhaled mentally, pretending that the cool, fresh air was filling my non-existent lungs and invigorating every corner of my very being.

Now then, it was time for a castle’s daily routine.

Which was… doing absolutely nothing!

(Haha.)

(Well, I guess I’ll just sit back, relax, and hibernate for another long stretch!)

I wished I could somehow binge-watch some anime to kill the endless hours. Perhaps I could even finish that whole pirate anime series before I accumulated enough points to upgrade one of my shops again!

But then, I suddenly realized something.

(Wait a minute!)

There were chirping sounds…

And what animals chirp?

Birds?

BIRDS?!

Chirp-chirp-chirpy!

I quickly tilted my external camera angle downward, zooming in on the tiny commotion happening near my western turret.

And there they were! Not just one, but four of them!

Four little fluffballs were hopping around like they owned the entire clearing. Their feathers were a delightful mix of soft browns and pristine whites, with one noticeably bigger bird proudly sporting a bright red chest patch. It was busy preening its feathers with meticulous care, running its beak through each plume.

(Robins? I think?)

(AAA! FINALLY!)

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(I FINALLY HAVE SOME FRIENDS!)

I spent the next few minutes watching them with pure, unfiltered excitement bubbling through my stone foundations.

(Awww! They’re so cute!)

Chirpy chirp chirp!

Soon, they landed right on the wide windowsill of my second-floor arched window. The stone ledge was broad enough for all four to prance about comfortably, pecking curiously at the crumbling mortar between the bricks like it was a gourmet five-course meal.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

(Uh, hello? That’s my wall you’re snacking on,) I thought at them fondly.

Of course, they couldn’t hear me. They just tilted their heads in perfect unison, staring straight at me with their shiny beady little eyes. The red-chested one even puffed up its chest feathers dramatically, as if to say, And? What are you gonna do about it, brick-face?

(Haha. How cute!)

Too bad I couldn’t talk to them, or reach out to pet their soft heads. So frustrating!

Still, with these birds around, at least I wouldn’t be quite so lonely anymore.

Then suddenly, the bigger one with the red chest spread its wings and flew away.

(NOOOOO!!!)

I wailed internally.

(COME BACKKK!!)

I was literally sobbing in my mind. I thought perhaps they were just using my castle as a temporary resting spot before continuing their journey.