Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 21 - Rewrite

According to the Mytheia's recorded data...

Helena's corpse could be seen lying sprawled on her desk, drenched in blood.

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Hm... the blade struck the back of her neck.

I could say that because of the way her head was tilted.

As if she was attacked from the front.

Her arms were limp, stretched forward.

Her eyes wide open, as if she choked on her own blood before death claimed her.

And me—captured in that recording—was standing with a lifeless expression.

Eh... seriously? If this recording gets discovered, I'll look like the prime suspect.

Or could it be... I really am the killer?

I visualized what could've happened, reconstructing the scene of the incident.

And eventually, concluded what needed to be done.

It seemed like there was nothing I could do.

It felt pointless—fighting fate, especially with odds this low, could trigger something even worse. I don't even believe in the existence of "Kami-sama," but resisting fate feels so impossible that perhaps even if God did exist—or didn't—They wouldn't hesitate to create something so intricate just to humble human arrogance by confronting them with forces beyond their control.

And come to think of it, this is something beyond comprehe—

"Done talking to yourself, Miss Detective Scientist?"

Zing—like a firework set off during the Tanabata Festival,

Selene cut through my monologue with sarcasm sharp enough to sting.

"Could you not... read my heart without permission just once—oh right, you like listening to me whisper, don't you? Come here, I'll whisper something like 'Darling, do you love it when I do this?'—make it extra spicy."

"Don't flatter yourself. I was just curious."

"Also... if I severed our mental connection like I did during my solilo— uh, whatever, it'd be dangerous. We wouldn't understand each other anymore."

"Besides, as long as we're here, the contract can't be finalized."

It's Soliloquy, my lovely, sweet, genius Selene. How could you forget something like that?

"That phrase is overly tangled."

"Oh really? Anyway, who exactly did you make a contract with?"

"That's... not something you need to know."

"But if I had to describe it, I made a pact with a certain being."

"Ah, with the scary monst—"

"Stop right there. They're not a monster..."

"Okay okay, I believe you."

So continued our aimless banter, jumping from one topic to another.

No clear direction.

I attempted to bring up that same old topic—before it vanished from my thoughts.

"Anyway, you do understand, don't you?"

"I may not be a healer or doctor in your world, but death—I agree."

"It's inevitable."

"But... think about this carefully."

"What if Helena isn't actually dead, and this event hasn't really happened yet?"

Schrödinger's cat... double slit experiment... many-worlds interpretation.

After hearing her explanation, a realization swept over me, like a breeze passing through this vacuum-sealed stasis despite there was nothing to begin with.

Maybe Selene did know what she was talking about—wouldn't surprise me—but I still had to spell it out.

What Helena was experiencing now wasn't far removed from the principles I'd just described in quantum mechanics wasn't all that different from those quantum mechanics terms I rattled off earlier.

All those uncanny terms basically boiled down to this:

The world might be a glorified simulation. Everything—objects, people, even thoughts—just variables, constantly shifting when no one's watching.

In other words, nothing here was truly stable. Forget cause and effect—even one weird outlier such as an oddity, an anomaly within system, was enough to shift the balance.

That there are strange, unaccountable factors that can change everything.

If I had to relate it to her explanation, it connects to the earlier Fate versus Destiny debate—whereas Fate refers to a path that leads to Destiny, but Fate can also work with or against that Destiny—depending on what unfolds within the realm of time.

"I may not understand all the sciencey terms you just threw out, but still..."

"Even a small chance is still a chance."

"And with magic—or the science of your world—this could all happen."

"But... do you understand the layman terms I used to explain those phenomena?"

She nodded immediately.

Naturally—she's far better at scientific theory, especially quantum physics, compared to me with my more practical, hands-on grounded approach to science.

"Selene... when you wake up in my vessel someday, you might actually get hooked on quantum physics."

"Hm. We'll see. But for now, don't waste time thinking about what will happen."

"Let's focus on the consequences we're facing now."

Her face remained grave, despite the quiet intrigue hiding beneath.

After all, what separates magic from science is language and terminology.

Maybe—just maybe—if magic and science ever truly became one, something unpredictable would emerge. Who knows.

Well, all we can do is speculate—even if it's nonsense.

Speculation like this is pointless without experimentation—especially with something as intangible as magic. Or maybe that's just my scientific mindset taking over.

"So... you've never believed in magic before?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Would you read my mind?"

"Nope. Can't be bothered."

"Really?"

"Yup."

Wait—this is so not the time to be having this kind of conversation, dammit.

"Enough chit-chat."

"Tell me the consequences of everything I've done up to this point."

"Okay."

"First of all, I hate to say this—but unlike the original plan, you've rewritten this world in a way where I still live in this world I loathe. My original intention was for us to exchange information about our new worlds, not for me to be stuck living in both."

"You get that, right?"

So now it's my fault? Whose fault is it when she didn't bring this stuff up sooner?!

"Isn't it exciting though—living in two worlds? I'm so jealous of you~"

"Silence."

"I can tell you're mocking me, even if you don't say a word in that heart of yours."

Ugh, obviously. She's the one who made all this more complicated than it had to be.See? You should've just said it earlier! That mouth's not just for kissing!

I'm... fed up. Absolutely done with this infernal witch.

Maybe this speculation is pointless, but if—if only she had shared this info earlier, none of this would've happened. I might've completely escaped this repetitive world.

But no, maybe it was meant to turn out like this.

If I hadn't kissed her back then, this world wouldn't have been what it was now.

Just imagine—all the things I'd never done were pinned on me,

even though those were her accomplishments.

Isn't it unfair—and unethical—to claim something that wasn't even mine to begin with?

"Finished with your dramatic speech, my darling Kairi?"

"Yes, my dearest Selene." I shot back with a sarcastic tone.

I really wasn't in the mood, but this was one of those "can't live, can't die" situations.

Like it or not, I had to get along.

Her ears were probably numbing from my rambling for the past several hours anyway.

"Okay, enough."

"Let's talk about the second consequence—what happens if this world is rewritten."

She continued,

"That means any future events will be erased, rendered nonexistent."

"Everything, including what happens to me five years from now and the moment I froze time with Void Rifter. Not to mention... this will affect your memories."

"My memories? What do you mean?"

"You'll forget all of this."

"Not just our conversations, but everything we've done together here. Because all of it happened in the past—beyond the temporal boundary of this moment."

Thud—a bizarre realization I never saw coming.

So... I really wouldn't remember any of this?

"You will."

Please... don't UNO reverse my emotions like that. My heart can't take it.

"How? Isn't this memory going to be erased?"

"This memory might fade..."

"But not the—"

"Sensation."

"Experience." We spoke different words at the exact same time.

Hold on....

Sensation?

Isn't it experience that conditions the body to respond, to feel in the first place? Isn't sensation just one of those metrics that shape how we perceive the world? And isn't the world made of more than just sensations—but countless variables that matter?

You could even argue: Sensation is a by-product of experience.

"False. Everything you feel depends on sensation."

"Elaborate. And use terms I can actually understand."

"Fine. Sensation isn't just what you pick up through indirect contact."

"Magic doesn't come from experience—but sensation."

"Same goes for science. Even if they call it 'experiment' or 'testing,' they rely on observation. And from observation—comes sensation. The sensation that you're witnessing something in this world through the senses you have. That is sensation."

That... makes sense.

Undeniably so.

Even though it sounded philosophical, her explanation was unexpectedly logical.

Maybe this was what they meant by difference in repetition.

Even when you repeat an experience—the exact same one—it doesn't feel the same.

And the idea of memory as sensation, not experience...

It unveils something new—almost taboo in science.

Perhaps, it would be something like this...

What if experience is nothing but the soul's echo of a sensation? And when that sensation loops back—as it repeats—it births something strange within us?

If those things are true, perhaps the return-by-memory power I possessed was actually just a phenomenon experienced by humans—not one that is easily realized.

And it seemed that... only time, fate, and destiny would answer all those questions