Reincarnated as a chicken

Exploration

Day 13

I spent that night on a tree branch right over the corpses. After much thinking and self-revision, I came to the conclusion that I was simply frustrated and took out all my stress on Minerva. I didn't know why, but I simply couldn't care about the dead humans. It was probably because I didn't know them before.

I wanted to eat their corpses, but what I hoped to be the human part of me wouldn't allow for it. There was no need to eat them. I wasn't hungry and considering they died so easily, they definitely weren't strong, so I doubted they had any useful skills. So in essence, I really didn't need to eat them. That would have simply been a waste of time.

So, for now I would look for a new nest. Or at least that was the plan till I heard some weird sounds and screechy voices. When I looked down I saw green monsters. Goblins.

They were scavenging through the dead bodies for goods. One of them picked out a dagger and looked at it, grinning gleefully. Another found a pocket watch and was instantly captivated. Another looked through a sack he found and nodded happily at the sight.

I was surprised however to find the goblin I met earlier. They little guy who asked me to help him catch food for his village. He picked up a belt and started chewing on it.

'That's not for eating, idiot.'

I sent a message to him using [Telepathy]. He looked around for the source of the voice. As assuming as it might have been to see him shit his pants in fear, I wasn't in the mood.

'Up in the trees.'

He looked up and saw me. His face adorned a smile after seeing me.

"Oh! It is you! The Tyrant's pet."

The others looked up at me with scared expressions. They were seriously still thinking that Minerva would do something to them?

'Don't call me that.'

I warned him. Seriously, I didn't want that to become an actual title.

"O-Oh... alright."

The goblin seemed scared and a bit down.

'What are you doing out here anyway? Isn't it too early for you guys to be moving around?'

"No. This is the normal hunting time! We do this every day!"

'You specifically, because it seems like I only meet you hunting.'

I tried for a joke to make myself better but then

"This is punishment for bringing you to the village.

'Oh... ah...'

"Chief said I shouldn't have brought a dangerous monster like you to the village even if it was with good intentions. He said you might have burned the village down to cinders if you felt like, so as punishment I will go hunt every day."

He sounded really depressed and I could understand why. That was basically a death sentence for the weak goblins. I could assume that the goblins went out in daily shifts, so no goblin goes two days in a row to hunt. However this guy was being forced to go out every single day. The chances of him being killed were exponentially increased now. And if he didn't die to some gruesome monster, the stress would eventually accumulate till one day he died of it. Even human adults couldn't go through an entire seven days of non-stop work. They would break down.

Wait. Goblins aren't human. That probably meant we didn't work the same. He probably wouldn't get stressed out then. He'd just die at the hands of a monster. Ah well.