Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 61 - 48 - Illusion III

Those words hit my chest harder than a shout.

"You were also fooled, Kairi."

I was silent. Then, calmly—testing a na.

"Does ’Selene’ ring a bell to you?"

My language trembled, but it was too late to take it back.

Helena replied without hesitation.

"Selene? Isn’t she your younger sister?"

...And that’s where the world crumbled.

She knew.

So this wasn’t the sa scenario.

Helena... didn’t die.

Mytheia... didn’t explode.

The school... continued to function.

This was the best world.

But...

The best world shouldn’t exist.

Because if this is the best world, and I’m still here...

I knew from the start that this would happen.

Every plot point, every interaction, even the doubtful expression in her eyes—I had already written them in my transcription. Helena was too intelligent to be left alive.

Too aware to be numbed by the lies I had woven.

And now, she spoke that na.

"Selene? Isn’t she... your younger sister?"

That sentence sealed her fate.

I didn’t answer. I only stepped forward slowly, pulling up my sleeve, then tearing the inside of my cuff, revealing a red thread attached to my skin like a brand.

A small rune glowed.

"Authorization confird. Transcription accepted."

I opened a small book. Its pages were not made of paper. But of alchemically tanned skin—magic-resistant, blood-resistant.

Transcription: Helena Myra Lovecraft.

Condition: Irreversible.

Rewrite: Subject has seen too much.

Action: Erase via blood.

I flicked my fingers.

Helena was thrown against the wall, her body crashing into a shelf of crystals, creating a clang of glass and tal. She rose—staggering—looking at with confusion wrapped in pain.

"...Kairi? You..."

"? I’m just correcting the script," I replied lightly.

My hand rose. From the book, a thin shadow erged like a thread of ink extending and coiling towards —forming a blade of obsidian.

Not large. Not flashy. But sharp enough to divide between ’still alive’ and ’must be erased’.

She tried to fight back. Magic was cast—shields, light attacks, even sealing spells. But I had already written everything down. Every defense of Helena’s was a sentence I had read the night before.

I slashed her legs first. Knocking her down. Then her hands—so she couldn’t cast spells.

Her scream echoed, but the door had been locked by a seal called "Narrative Isolation."

Then, I sat on her.

Drenched in blood. Her breaths were short, her chest rising and falling rapidly—panic, fear, anger, all mixed together.

"Why... why are you doing this... we could..."

"Because," I whispered in her ear, "if you live, the cycle doesn’t run. If you live, then Mytheia doesn’t explode. Then I... never evolve."

My hand plunged the dagger into her solar plexus.

But slowly.

I wanted her to feel—that her life was rewritten not by chance, but because I decided so. That she lost... because she was destined to lose to .

"Discard: Helena Myra Lovecraft."

One final stab. Right in the neck.

Blood gushed out. Her last breath escaped as a choked sound.

"You were never the author, Kairi... just the pen."

Her eyes slowly lost their light.

I hugged her body, just for a mont.

As a tribute to an opponent who almost won.

Then I stood up. Leaving her lying in that room. The book in my hand closed on its own.

The last page read:

"Chapter closed. Kairi continues the narrative."

* * *

Tch.

The recording stopped.

Light from Mytheia burst forth like an overly strong heartbeat.

And in front of —myself. Looking at Helena. Reading. Rewriting.

"Transcription. Rewrite. Discard Helena."

My voice in the recording sounded... not like . Or perhaps too much like . Too aware. Too precise. No hesitation. No rcy. Only one thing:

Decision.

Then, Helena’s body convulsed violently—her magic veins shattered like threads of glass. Blood spurted. A stifled scream. Her spine arched in the wrong direction.

Her body fell, hitting the table. Broken. Stiff.

"Stop—"

"THERE IS NOTHING TO STOP!"

My voice roared in the recording. But not angry. Just... final.

I froze. Selene too. The Mytheia crystal in front of trembled softly, as if reluctant to continue.

But the recording kept playing. Nothing could stop recorded ti.

"I knew from the start. About this power. Transcription. Rewrite. Discard. I was just waiting until the ti was right. And now—everything is according to the script. My script."

The voice in the recording hissed, then stopped. Mytheia dimd.

Silence.

I sat down slowly. Not out of exhaustion. But because there was nowhere to stand after witnessing myself like that.

"Kairi... that... was you."

Selene spoke softly, as if still unable to accept reality.

"I know," I replied. "And the worst part... I don’t even feel guilty."

I looked at my fingers. There was no blood there. But the warm sensation still lingered.

Psychological. Not physical.

"I didn’t look away. Because that would an sothing still mattered."

"You... knew about that ability from the beginning?"

Selene’s voice trembled. She was afraid. For the first ti, she was afraid of .

"Of course," I said with a small smile. "Did you think I would co into this world without bringing my own pen? This world has rules... but I’ve always had corrections."

Selene fell silent. Then finally said, in a voice like an echo shattered by algorithms:

"Kairi... I think... you’re no longer human."

I glanced at Mytheia. My gaze t my own reflection—blank, fractured, eerily calm.

And I laughed. Softly. Quietly.

Not because it was funny.

Not because I was happy.

But because sothing finally clicked.

It’s not who I am that matters.

It’s how far I can rewrite everything—before the world notices... and rewrites back.

"Well, sure. I would’ve held back... if any of this was going to be revealed."

I tilted my head. "Go ahead. Call a monster."

Selene smiled weakly and leaned against my shoulder, her voice soft.

"Sure, Kairi... my little monster."

"Hey, I was being serious. Or did you just—"

Try not to?

I felt her hands trembling. Not from fear, exactly.

But from the sheer weight of the choice she’d made—to stand beside .

"Yes, you were right. I lied. I was afraid... afraid you’d beco this."

She held tighter, like a child clinging to what little certainty remained.

"It’s alright," she whispered.

"I’m still here. I never chose to stop you... because I chose you."

I patted her hair gently, like a mother would do to her daughter.

And just like that, the warmth slipped away again.

"Anyway," I said, my voice returning to flatline, "we need to seal Mytheia. Now."

She was still frozen, her face pale, her eyeballs rolling as if searching for another dinsion to escape to. But I knew she would understand. And sure enough—her response wasn’t a question, not a denial.

She imdiately stood up, swung her palm in the air, and summoned her personal sigil seal.

"I can create a five-layered Enchant Seal. But if the Association gets directly involved... standard seals won’t be enough."

"That’s why," I replied, touching the surface of Mytheia, "let rewrite its structure."

"What do you an?"

"This Mytheia... I can still transcribe it. Not its contents, but its interface. I can change its recording function into a kind of dummy—a recording that looks real, but the content is fake. Noise, unreadable symbols. A kind of false recording from a ’ntal test’ simulation."

Selene narrowed her eyes. "You’re talking about the unforgeable-fake simulation?"

I smiled. "A classic from the Izumi Group, isn’t it?"

She nodded, finally offering a wry smile. "I hate the way you manipulate the system, but... I admit, I’m relieved you’re on my side now."

Both our hands moved quickly. Seal after seal was etched, layered with transcription spells. I rewrote Mytheia’s main reading path—not deleting the data, but burying it behind a thousand false keywords and one keyword only I knew.

"KEY: BLACKWITCH. LOCK."

Mytheia groaned softly. Its crystal shone darkly before finally freezing in a dim glow.

Selene took a breath. "Done. Now we...?"

"Play dumb," I replied. "Helena is still alive in the data. But she won’t be able to say much if her body is sealed with critical recovery magic. We’ll use that ti to prepare for interrogation."

"And if Mytheia is successfully confiscated?"

"If they can open that recording, it ans there’s soone else who can also rewrite reality. And if that’s the case... we’ve lost from the beginning."

We stared at each other. No more smiles. No more sly winks.

Just a postponed war.

"Alright, let’s go back to where we are supposed to be." I said, my voice flat.

"Fair enough. I suppose it’s for the best. Thank you for everything, Kairi."

"No need to ntion it. I should be the one who thanked you."

Selene then hugged tightly and Void Rifter was pulsing, ready to take us embarking the future no... more like a new destination after we reversed the space.