My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 530

Kisha studied the drawing and the notes in Daisy’s notebook.

She couldn’t determine if this insight came from Daisy’s Gift, Scope—which allowed her to perceive a plant’s properties and uses—or if it was her talent in Plant Breeding, enabling her to understand plants on an intuitive, almost personal level.

It reminded Kisha of her brother Mike, who could form emotional connections with animals.

’Could it be that the one she was talking to earlier was actually the plant, Lily?’ Kisha pondered, a hint of skepticism flickering in her mind.

"Host, it’s not impossible for a plant to develop its own consciousness," 008 explained.

"Even high-level items can form consciousness and take on human forms once they reach a certain cultivation level. This just means that the plant has exceptional grade and immense potential."

Kisha glanced at Daisy’s eager face before returning the notebook to her. A soft smile played on her lips as she gently asked, "Are you talking to Lily, the little beauty growing over there?"

Daisy hesitated, fidgeting nervously as her gaze shifted back to the tiny sprout, no bigger than her small palm.

She didn’t want Kisha to think she was talking to a ghost, a devil, or one of those mysterious beings adults often dismissed.

Even as a child, Daisy had heard other kids being called liars for claiming to have friends that adults couldn’t see.

She couldn’t shake the worry that Kisha might think the same and end up disliking her or doubting her words.

Kisha noticed Daisy’s hesitation and discomfort.

"It’s alright, Daisy," she said gently. "I’m not here to scold you or anything. I’m just curious about your friend. After all, anyone who’s a friend of Daisy’s is a friend of mine too."

Kisha’s tone was warm and reassuring. She remembered what it was like to be a child, with fragile confidence and sensitive emotions.

She knew she needed to approach Daisy with care, ensuring the little girl felt safe and understood.

Hearing Kisha’s reassurance, Daisy’s face immediately lit up, and she nodded vigorously. "Young Madam, yes! Lily can talk. At first, all it could say was ’eat, eat, eat,’ but after it sprouted, it started talking a little more. But…"

Daisy’s voice softened, and she pouted as she continued, "nobody else can hear her voice—only I can. That’s why I don’t want people to call me a liar."

She paused, her expression tinged with frustration as she recalled a memory. "I tried bringing my brothers and grandfather here when Lily first peeked out of the dirt. I could clearly hear her saying ’eat’ over and over, but no matter how much I tried to make them listen, they couldn’t hear her at all."

Even though her brothers and grandfather didn’t say anything, Daisy could sense that they truly couldn’t hear Lily—and worse, they didn’t believe her.

They thought she had spent so much time with plants that she’d created an imaginary friend.

Marcus, her grandfather, even cried in secret, blaming himself. He thought he had neglected Daisy so much that she was starting to experience auditory illusions because of her loneliness.

After that incident, the twins and Marcus began checking on Daisy more often and making an effort to spend more time with her.

Daisy knew they were worried, even though they didn’t say it outright.

While she appreciated their care, she wished they understood her better.

She wasn’t retreating to the plants and flowers because she was lonely or imagining things—she genuinely felt the emotions of the plants, even without them speaking.

Lily was the first plant to ever speak to her, and it made Daisy cherish her time in this secluded spot even more.

But the more often she came here, the more worried her family seemed to become.

Their concern, though unspoken, weighed on her.

She didn’t want to be seen as strange or as a liar. Now that Kisha had discovered the place, Daisy felt torn.

She didn’t want to keep Lily a secret anymore, but she also feared being misunderstood again.

After Daisy finished speaking, her eyes dropped to her feet as she fidgeted nervously.

She heard the soft rustling of grass and saw Kisha’s feet stop in front of her.

Bracing herself, Daisy squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips, expecting... something.

But instead of scolding or disbelief, Kisha crouched down to Daisy’s level, her cold and aloof demeanor momentarily replaced by warmth and gentleness.

Looking directly into Daisy’s eyes with a calm and encouraging gaze, Kisha asked, "Did Lily tell you I was standing behind you just now?"

Her tone was light and probing, but it carried a sincerity that reassured Daisy she wasn’t being mocked.

Daisy hesitated, glancing back at the tiny sprout. "Lily did," she admitted softly. "Lily said... mother was standing behind me."