Owl Post

Owl Post

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains and fell across the sleeping boy's face. Albert had not yet awakened, but he soon would be.

The bedroom door beside the stairs on the second floor was quietly pushed open. A brown-haired girl poked her head inside, her large brown eyes fixed on the boy still asleep in bed. She called softly, "Albert, it's time to get up."

When the boy in bed did not respond, the girl pouted in dissatisfaction, pushed the door open, and walked in. A British Shorthair Cat followed behind her.

"Tom, I'm counting on you." The girl placed the shorthair cat on the bed, gently picked up its tail, and brushed it across the boy's face twice.

Still half-asleep, Albert reached out to brush away the cat's tail from his face. He opened his eyes, looked at his mischievous little sister, covered a yawn with his hand, and greeted her, "Morning, Nia!"

"Dad said he's taking us to London today." Nia blinked and looked at Albert. "We're going to have your Eton College school uniform tailored and buy the things on the list while we're there."

"Okay, got it. I'll get changed." Albert covered another yawn, picked up the shorthair cat stretching its paws across the sheets, set it on the floor, stretched lazily, and began changing. Then he washed up and headed to the living room for breakfast.

"Stayed up late again last night?" Daisy placed a plate piled with a hearty breakfast in front of Albert.

"Son, we'd better hurry. Today's schedule is rather packed." Herb spread the letter Eton College had sent a few days ago across the table, his face filled with proud smiles.

As everyone knew, private schools in Britain were where the elite were cultivated, and Eton College stood among the best of them. To enter that school, one had to meet two requirements: talent and money.

The Anderson family was considered middle class in Britain. The couple ran a law firm and had some savings as well.

As for Albert, he was a genius in everyone's eyes. Not only did he have excellent grades, but he had also taken part in many interschool competitions and won awards.

Whether Albert truly was the genius people believed him to be, only he himself knew.

A genius?

No, Albert had never considered himself a genius. He had a secret that no one knew: he was a transmigrator.

As for why he had been given the title of genius, even he had no idea.

A child who did not even know what a Rubik's Cube was could effortlessly solve a scrambled 3x3 Rubik's Cube.

In the eyes of most adults, that was genius.

In truth, he could solve a Rubik's Cube because he had played with one in his previous life. He knew its tricks, so he knew how to solve it.

As for maintaining the image of a genius, Albert was not worried about being exposed at all, because he had the legendary cheat! Transmigrators came with cheats built in. Web novels truly did not lie.

It had started when Albert was seven years old, when he discovered that a panel had suddenly appeared in his mind.

The panel had two main functions: accepting quests and adding points to skills.

Sometimes it generated quests, and completing them earned experience or Skill Points. Experience could be used to level up skills, while Skill Points directly raised a skill by one level.

The first skill Albert had acquired was English Proficiency. It had taken him several years to raise it to Level 3.

If an ordinary Briton's English Proficiency was Level 2, then an average English teacher's would be Level 3.

As long as he raised his technology-related skills to max, Albert could become a genius scientist.

Of course, Albert had never wanted to become a scientist. He had not had that dream in his previous life either.

In his previous life, he had enjoyed reading and had eventually become an ordinary webnovel author.

He had written several books and accumulated a small amount of savings. His life had been carefree, and every day he did what he enjoyed.

In other words, he had basically been a couch potato in his previous life.

As for how he had transmigrated? It was rather embarrassing.

One day, he had been lounging on the sofa watching a Mr. Bean movie, casually munching on an apple as he watched. The movie was so funny that he forgot he was still chewing food, and he ended up choking to death on a piece of apple at the age of thirty.

After waking up again, he found that he had become a baby. He spent several muddled years in this family, then raised another cat and named it Tom as well.

Of course, the name had actually come from the Tom and Jerry cartoon.

When the game panel suddenly appeared at the age of seven, Albert began questioning his life. For a time, he even wondered whether he was an NPC in some game.

Later, after never discovering any creatures known as players, he simply treated the panel as a blessing that came with being a transmigrator.

Putting transmigration and a cheat together meant he was destined to be a winner in life.

Albert had no grand ambitions. He thought it would be best if he could date a few times after becoming an adult, find a simple and easy job after graduating from university, preferably get married before thirty, and earn enough wealth to squander for a hundred years, allowing him to live the rest of his life freely and without worries.

To achieve that future, Albert had already made his own plans. After graduation, he intended to enter Wall Street in America. With his economics skills raised to max, plus the lingering memories from his previous life, he believed he would soon earn a great deal of money.

However, Panel Skills were not easy to level up. Especially after Level 2, every level required a massive amount of experience.

Albert needed to complete quests to earn experience and Skill Points, and getting accepted by Eton College was one such quest.

"Son, what are you thinking about?" Herb cut the steak on his plate with a knife and looked at his son, who was staring blankly into space.

"I was thinking about what I want to do in the future." Albert stuffed a fried egg into his mouth and did not speak until he had swallowed it.

"So what do you want to do?" Daisy asked curiously. The couple rarely heard their child mention his dreams.

"Finance," Albert answered without hesitation.

"We thought you'd want to become a scientist or an astronaut." The Andersons exchanged looks.

"What is finance?" Nia was unhappy at being left out of the family's conversation.

"You can make good money in finance." Albert looked up. "While we're out, help me buy a few books about economics. Consider it an advance on my birthday present."

"Son, don't mislead your sister. Only the truly capable can make money in that field." Herb's face twitched. He covered his mouth with a fist and gave a light cough. "Besides, our family isn't exactly poor."

"All right, eat your breakfast and stop talking nonsense." Daisy cut in. "Nia, remember to finish all your milk."

"Okay!" Nia did not really like drinking milk.

Everything about life after being reborn was wonderful. He had an adorable little sister, a harmonious family, a comfortable life, and a cheat that could lead him to the peak of life.

If there was one thing that made Albert miserable, it was definitely British food.

Back then, when people online said Britain was a culinary desert, he had only half believed it. After all, British people mostly preferred a simple and comfortable life.

However, after experiencing it firsthand, he no longer doubted the truth of those descriptions.

After breakfast, they helped clear away the dishes and shut the doors and windows. Then the Anderson family prepared to head out together.

Albert had just opened the door of the Ford and was about to climb into the back seat when he suddenly heard Nia cry out in surprise beside him. "Look, is that an owl?"

The Andersons looked in the direction their daughter was pointing in confusion. They saw an owl flying toward them. As it passed over their heads, it dropped a letter at Albert's feet.

At that moment, the expressions on the Anderson family's faces froze.

An owl, delivering a letter?

Since when had owls started moonlighting as postmen?