Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 40 - 31 - Interval

"Ah, I see. That really adds up."

"Yeah. And that’s it, I guess. All you gotta know."

That was my response to her fascinatingly logical chronological breakdown, the way she neatly tied her thoughts to mine.

"But Kairi, I have so many questions for you."

"No need. This definitely ain’t the right ti. We gotta save Hele— I an, Professor Helena. Alright, pardon . I would like to apologize. That was rude."

"Wait, why not? Ti’s stopped. Also, you really went all formal on all of a sudden. Duh."

"And you suddenly went all casual, like so high school student."

"Okay, what’s that supposed to an? You an teenagers?"

"h, never mind."

It felt kinda infuriating, honestly — the way experience shaped your mind, which ended up to be so differently between each other.

"Anyway, let’s get to the point. If I’m here, doesn’t that an I failed to save her?"

She only nodded imdiately.

A direct, no-nonsense kind of nod — the kind that made you feel like an idiot.

Nope, correction: a failure.

"I suppose the situation’s a bit clearer now. Since we never actually ran into Professor Helena in the present tiline, maybe the distortion hasn’t even happened yet."

Damn. Now she legit had gone full scientist mode just now.

"Hm, I see. I keep wondering though — was there any actual rule to my ability?"

"Well, you kinda figured out most of it. Actually, 90% of it by yourself."

Now that’s interesting...

Return-By-mory — the ability I nad myself, a subversion of "Transcription."

So powerful it gave brain damage and vivid delusions for days.

"So, got any idea?"

"Okay, can you stop talking like an average school teenager? Seriously. It’s hurting my ears."

Seriously, please go back to that archaic, elegant Selene I used to know.

Hearing you talk like this sses with the perfect "Selene" image I’ve been crafting inside my head.

And yeah, I really did that, even though she never permitted to.

"Perhaps. I’ll try my best. But these new words are gold, you know? Also, you already knew I’d never allow you to do that. Why keep going?"

To irritate you, what else?

"Because, Selene... listen to just once. These words are like viruses. They’re cancerous. You know what I’m saying? Look, even I couldn’t escape from them."

"I see. Alright. Fair argunt."

After that little banter, a brief silence fell between us.

A few seconds, no more, but heavy enough.

Then, soon after, I continued and broke the silence.

"Okay, back to the main topic. Do you have any strategy?"

"Strategy? What strategy?"

Okay, now she’s starting to sound like a reference and it’s killing .

"I an — we need to save Professor Helena, right? Got any idea how to do that? I’m struggling and almost dying for help here."

Apparently, there were a few ways I could think of.

But I had to make sure — really sure — before picking one.

"Hm..." She propped her chin up, deep in thought.

"Nope. Sorry. Got none."

Okay, wait.What do you an you got none?ARGHHHHH.

"Fantastic. Genius."

"Thank you very much."

"It was sarcasm."

"Okay."

I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely thinking about the situation or just toying with my feelings for fun.

Either way, it wasn’t funny.

I had to move on, think about sothing else.

I propped my chin up too, tilting my head, furrowing my eyebrows in deep focus.

Honestly, I found three ways we might solve this.

But I needed to ask her of these first — just in case.

"Okay, first of all... how does the interval disposition work?"

"It works by replenishing the ti you have left into the current state of your own mory."

"Interesting..." I muttered, genuinely intrigued by the slow-burn revelation.

"And what about Helena? Is she still alive? Also, is it possible to change the scene without harming the present tiline?"

"Well, assuming you’re present before the scene happens, that would be more than plausible."

More than plausible, huh.

I repeated her words internally, searching for a solid solution.And in doing so, I realized: One possible thod had to be eliminated.

"And what is it, Kairi?"

"Maybe stop prying into my privacy next ti."

"Well, it can’t exactly be closed either way."

"I know. Just stop making it so obvious, will you? People’ll get confused."

"People? What do you an?"

"Never mind. Sorry. That was... sothing strange to ask."

That one thod — the one I’d have to cross out — was warning Helena about the chronology.

But maybe... maybe I was missing one piece.

"Also, Selene... did you know the way I returned back to this tiline?"

"Hold on. You don’t rember?"

"No. Apparently my consciousness got cloned..."

Wait.

That’s it.

"Cloned? What do you an?"

"Alright, let teach you sothing in-return."

She nodded, willing to humor whatever conspiracy theory I had up my sleeve — which, to be fair, she had done herself more than a few tis.

"Okay, so — let’s hypothetically say that my current consciousness — the ’’ right here — doesn’t have any real connection to other versions of in different tilines. How do you think they’re connected?"

She thought about it.And then, like a light flickering on, revelation struck her.

Her eyes widened, her head pulled back slightly.

"So... you’re suggesting that your consciousness is, has been, and will be duplicated every ti you enter a new tiline?"

"Exactly. So the theory that my consciousness just gets transferred — no copy, no split — never really made sense to ."

"Actually, you were onto sothing here. But your ability doesn’t exactly let you do that."

"What do you an?"

"Suppose it really got duplicated. Then how would you rember anything between tilines?"

Now that was the tricky question.

"Hm... what if my mory doesn’t get duplicated or transferred — but sothing in-between?"

"Hm, as in it gets echoed or relayed through so dium?"

"No, not exactly. There’s a theory that might explain it."

"And what is it?"

"Quantum entanglent."

My mind wasn’t exactly the brightest when it ca to advanced theories, but I’d watched enough science videos to recognize that one.

"What is it?"

"Well, you’re definitely not gonna get it at first, but — let’s put it in layman’s terms."

Honestly, I could hardly ground these terms without so help, so...

Ti to make Selene work that brain of hers for once.

"So, how would you explain it, Selene, my dear?"