Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 10 - Fragments

All of a sudden, the room abruptly fell into silence, sent chills down my spine.

There was no imdiate response after I ntioned the one she had referred to earlier.

Professor Helena, who appeared to be confused, tilted her head slightly.

"Pardon , but who is this Selene? Is she your friend or sothing?"

HUH, WHAT THE F*CK? WERE YOU THE ONE WHO CAUGHT RED-HANDED?

And just a mont ago, my thoughts were hazy, slipping through my grasp.

But then, dizziness struck. It was sharp yet disorienting.

DUG-DUG! DUG-DUG! DUG-DUG! WUSSSSS!

My body froze, my vision darkened—similar to when I died.

Once again, I fell into a stupor. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.

DUG-DUG-DUG—!

Everything around faded into a deep, suffocating black, as if soone had pulled off the plug on reality. My breath caught, the world twisting and shattering.

Darkness swallowed whole before I could even react.

When the light struck , I began opening my eyes, only to witness sothing uncanny yet familiar—Professor Helena, with her hands interlacing atop of the table, was talking to .

This posture... I had seen this before, but how?

"But that’s impossible, right?" she continued, tilting her head slightly with a small smile. "Souls can’t simply be replenished by anything, after all. Unless it’s Undead."

The scene was unfolding again, but so details had been changed.

My stomach filled with butterflies.

Hadn’t this already happened? No... sothing was slightly different.

Wait, did I just return back in ti?

The shift caught off guard. I had no ti to react, no plan in mind.

Perhaps, even a cunning trick wouldn’t save from this confusion.

I could feel my heartbeat quickening. However, despite so sorts of bewildernt and nervousness, I still forced myself to maintain a neutral expression, as if nothing happened. Now, what exactly was she implying this ti?

Professor Helena leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her intertwined fingers.

"As you see, Mytheia doesn’t simply track a being’s physical entity—it also records traces of their existence, along with their very essence. And according to the results..."

She paused, watching carefully. "The essence recorded in you... is incomplete."

"Incomplete?" I repeated, furrowing my brows. From what I have had rembered, there weren’t any of these lines said by her at all. It was as if... I returned to an alternated tiline to finish a missing puzzle. In other words, these were fragnts left for so I could solve this out.

"In other words, your essence... it’s fractured," Professor Helena said calmly. "Not replaced, not rewritten—just missing pieces."

"Normally, iIf a soul were replaced, Mytheia would detect a full overwrite—as if a new person had taken over entirely. But in your case... there are gaps instilled in a void. Fragnts were missing, traces left behind. It’s as if your original soul was altered rather than erased. To put it simply, an incomplete essence—an anomaly—within a body that should no longer exist."

Wait, are you saying sothing like this has happened before?

My fingers tightened, the blood draining from my face. However, I had forced myself to appear composed, giving the best impression of a calm and collected person.

"You understand what this ans, don’t you?"

Her smile remained, but her eyes sharpened.

As if asking, ’Are you still bold enough to deny it?’

Was she expecting to confess sothing I wasn’t even aware of? Or was this a test? A ga of wordplay to dig into my involvent of this case?

"I have no idea what you’re trying to imply, Professor,"

I said at last, keeping my voice steady. I couldn’t get faltered, not for now—not when her words multiplied the weight or burden already carried due to this repetition.

"I only rember waking up in Aethelgarten and living my normal life as Kairi Eryndell Veylith. That’s all."

I made-up a response, hoping it would’ve changed the outco of this supposed alternated reality. Professor Helena stared at for a mont before letting out a small, amused chuckle.

"Well, that’s one way to answer a question... I suppose. But whether it’s true as the fact or not, that has yet to be witnessed, Kairi Eryndell Veylith."

She stressed out my full-na, as if stumbling into her own curiosity, questioning my existence fully for the sake of seeing my reaction. However, I didn’t budge.

Soon after, she waved her hand, and Mytheia’s crystal glow fading away.

"Anyway, let’s pull that aside for now. There’s sothing more important to discuss."

I swallowed hard, my body tense. Was she finally getting to her ulterior motive on why she called here? If that’s so, this was too all of a sudden.

"As you know, the forbidden chamber was sealed after that incident. It couldn’t be opened by anyone else, not even . But recently, the seal has begun to weaken."

I stiffened. "What...? Doesn’t that an sothing or soone did it?"

If that were to be the case, could this be Selene’s doing too?

I might have known too little about her, but at least I have possessed her mory.

"Yes. And the strange part of this was, it’s happened not due to an external force breaking in." She paused, watching my reaction closely. "Sothing forced its way out."

A heavy silence fell between us. My mind raced, attempting to process what she was trying to imply, it was as if she now accused for this case alone.

"That’s why I need to know, Kairi," she said softly, her voice almost gentle. "Do you have any mories—any instincts—about what might be inside that chamber?"

I cannot be mistaken. This must be Selene’s doing...

My fingers tightened around the fabric of my skirt, my face grew cold.. The truth was, I rembered nothing concrete. The mory simply hadn’t existed in my mind but fragnts. And yet... sothing remains lingered as a trace. Faint echoes of a presence, sothing terrifying yet intangible. I couldn’t grasp such a thing for what it was. Yet rely that it was there—and had been waiting for so long to devour.

"Uh, I..." I attempted to say sothing, but too stuttered to continue so I stopped it.

Professor Helena’s gaze didn’t waver.

She was patient, waiting for my answer as I began to encourage myself.

"I don’t know," I finally admitted. "But... perhaps, I could figure this out."

She smiled. "Then you’ll just have to help , But the question is, will you?"

Her words sent a deep unease through , but I kept my expression calm.

Because sohow, for no reason, I knew... whatever laid behind that sealed chamber...

It wasn’t just waiting in a total slumber, but to devour.

"Sure, I will."

"And how would you do that?"

"Just leave it to ." I rested my chin on my fist., conjecturing the scenario in my head.

Montarily, as if the ti stopped, I deduced the scene using available evidence, piecing each puzzle-by-puzzle throughout what I’ve had gone through.

According to the foreshadowing scene, there was a scream from a creature.

However, I couldn’t see its appearance let alone its act. What should I do?

And there had been so questions lingered in my head.

For instance, was this creature cursed? Bestial? If it broke the chains, then how?

And if it was controlled, who had the ability to do so?

Now, let’s call this culprit ’X’ and leave it alone.

Ti for another fragnt to grasp before it slipped away from my mory.

The scream, the weakening seal... a puzzle... an alternated tiline? No... sothing else? Next, consider both were to true... what would that imply? If all of these were true, then it’s not an alternated tiline, but rather... the accumulation of what-ifs.

Now, if that were the case... wouldn’t that imply I was living in an artificial tiline?

In other words, could it be implied as a fabricated mory intead?