Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 13 - 12.1 - Truck-kun

DISCLAIR: This is an extra-ti Chapter served as a what-if and perhaps a review of the decision made by Kairi. Or else, anything considered as a special Chapter. And there won’t be any spoiler given for future Chapters. This Chapter’s format will be brought by, obviously, Kairi and any character, depending on the situation. There also will be a comntary as so sorts of interaction between both of them inserted in every line, which also ans a reaction format too. That’s all and enjoy.

Greetings,. It’s , Kairi Izumi, and I hereby will entertain you with a possibility—one and another. This special section will give you a gist of a what-if scenario...

So.... have you ever wondered what might happen if I died earlier?

Or even worse, getting struck by the Truck-kun?

If you really want to, this story will be told from Selene’s point of view.

"What do you an by that? Mytheia just recorded and simply recounted it."

"Wait, are you saying I could have died earlier?"

"Yes. And sadly, you wouldn’t be here."

"That might just be what I wanted to."

"Excuse ? Kairi, you are not insane enough to say that. I an, perhaps you still are delusional—but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here."

"Yeah, alright then. Anyway, shall we check the recorder?"

"Sure, let’s get into it."

Selene holds the Mytheia device, searching for the recorded potential tiline.

"Well, here it is."

All of a sudden, text appeared on the screen.

[Potential Future – Probable Death Event]

[Subject: Kairi Izumi]

Recorded by: Selene Eryndell Veylith via Mytheia

Status: Archived / Nullified / Probable Death EventSentint Index: 73% Elation → 97% Panic → 100% Termination (Projected)

"Probable Death Event..."

"You’re shocked? Not the first ti it happened in your life, you know."

"Yeah, I know, right. Let’s just get into this and see what happened."

She pressed play, watching the aftermath that could have been.

"Hooray! Gacha, gacha, gacha! YAY!!!"

[The subject declared with unfiltered enthusiasm, vocal amplitude reaching 89.7 decibels, while engaging in erratic bodily movents consistent with euphoric celebratory behavior. Biotric readings suggest she was unaware of her surroundings—or simply chose to reject them in favor of digital stimulation.]

"No, no, no—what do you an by ’unfiltered enthusiasm’? It’s a gacha ga! Like the ones where it takes forever to get the character you actually want!"

"You were clearly being too enthusiastic when saying that..."

"Don’t bla —a maidenless damsel—for saying such a thing right now."

"Mhm~ Now, let’s see what loot I got..."

[Finger pressure registered excessive clutching, indicating compulsive attachnt. Social awareness index: near-zero. Embarrassnt override: disengaged.]

"These texts are so annoying. Just say I’m socially inept and shaless."

"Do you even know how Mytheia registers language?"

"Like codes, right?"

"More or less, yes. But it won’t understand casual phrasing like you do."

[Following an exhaustive rotation at a human dical facility (classification: hospital), the subject regularly sought psychological refuge in simulated chance-based reward systems—colloquially terd "gacha gas." The observed program was a turn-based fantasy simulation with modular narrative design, character bifurcation (Sheila / Darius), and a pseudo-multiversal backdrop incorporating outer-space elents. Escapism level: extre. Social withdrawal marker: high. Human interaction tolerance: minimal.]

"So, this device read my mind too... also, the text floods the screen!"

"Yes, and cannot tell lies unless manipulated. Also why it floods the screen."

"How is that even possible?"

"You alter the codes. That’s how."

[Life role perception: NPC-class. Emotional neglect confird both at occupational and dostic sites. Behavior post-shift follows consistent pattern: isolation, simulation imrsion, self-abandonnt.]

"Why do all of these begin to sound like D&D?"

"What do you really an by that?"

"It’s a ga that—wait, why do I have to explain this to you?"

"Because I’m curious. What else, my dear?"

"Stop saying that or I will punch you."

"Go for it, hehe."

"Ugh..."

[While the subject’s visual focus remained anchored on the luminescent surface of her device, a critical anomaly erged. A sudden surge in external light intensity—asured at 132,000 lux—registered in her retinal proximity.]

"And here cos the mont of truth..."

"The mont of truth when it actually never happened but in a potential tiline. What a genius statent that was, Kairi."

"I an, this also happened to !"

"But not in a way it happened to you. I should lecture you more about spaceti after this, along with its equation and specific formula."

"No, not again... stop!"

"I was kidding. But I won’t mind if you are going for it."

BEEP! BEEP!

"AHHHHHH!!!"

[Vehicle velocity: 87 km/h. Subject reaction latency: 2.6 seconds. Collision probability: 97.4%. Survival likelihood: negligible.]

BRRRRAAAKKK!

I looked at myself, being completely oblivious while walking on the street before getting struck by the so-called Truck-kun right in front of ’.’

A tragic end.

"Did you know? Maybe you were right."

"About what?"

"About this couldn’t be and there might be another version of ."

"Keep dreaming. There is no such things. Or if there is, you will still be the original one for ."

"And is that exactly why you love , hm?"

"Let’s not get started into this so-called topic’s boundary interference, for now."

"h, okay. Anyway... is this recorded potential really true though? Also, what kind of world I will explore after this exact event?"

"You will see your answers for yourself sooner after this."

"...W-Where am I?"

[Subject awakens. Eyes open. Lids flicker—adjusting to oversaturation of the Etherian Bio’s visual layer. Subject inhales. Atmospheric oxygen normal. No contaminants detected. Musculature responsive. Aesthetics: optimized.]

"Wait, that’s the f*cking gacha ga I used to play. Also, just say I was alive and breathing, goddamnit."

"As I said before, it’s not as simple to register these words entry."

"I know but all of these feel unnecessary."

"For you, yes but not for Mytheia. Anyway, doesn’t this feel too tragic?"

"What do you an? I can be SSS-ranked if this happens, unlike here."

"Well, I found this kind of living to be la and generic. Here, you are unique."

"h, maybe you got a point."

"...Did I just get Truck’d into a loading screen?"

[Welco to Astral: Train Rail, Thy Summoned One!]

[You have been called by the Divine RNG Goddess to enter the realm of Etheria world as the SSS-ranked heroine!]

[Heroine Class: Mythical Support-Type Healer-Assassin]

[Race: Elf]

[Type: Quantum]

[Rank Classification: SSS ]

[Role: Noble Servant]

[Daily login reward: 1x "Level-Up Healing Potion"]

[Quest Objective: Survive Tutorial Phase.]

"Oh, hell no. It actually is that gacha ga."

"Told ya."

[END OF LOG. RECORDED SESSION HAS BEEN TERMINATED]

"Wait, that’s it?"

"Yeah, that’s it. Why is that?"

"Hey, I really want to know what will happen next!"

"Well, in that case, just continue it by yourself in your dream."

We fell into the silence, later kissing then cuddling into each other.

The end.