DISCLAIMER: This is an extra-time 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 commentary as some sorts of interaction between both of them inserted in every line, which also means a reaction format too. That’s all and enjoy.
Greetings,. It’s me, 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 mean 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 me? Kairi, you are not insane enough to say that. I mean, 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 timeline.
"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 EventSentiment Index: 73% Elation → 97% Panic → 100% Termination (Projected)
"Probable Death Event..."
"You’re shocked? Not the first time 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 movements consistent with euphoric celebratory behavior. Biometric 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 mean by ’unfiltered enthusiasm’? It’s a gacha game! 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 blame me—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 attachment. Social awareness index: near-zero. Embarrassment override: disengaged.]
"These texts are so annoying. Just say I’m socially inept and shameless."
"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 medical facility (classification: hospital), the subject regularly sought psychological refuge in simulated chance-based reward systems—colloquially termed "gacha games." 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 elements. Escapism level: extreme. 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 confirmed both at occupational and domestic sites. Behavior post-shift follows consistent pattern: isolation, simulation immersion, self-abandonment.]
"Why do all of these begin to sound like D&D?"
"What do you really mean by that?"
"It’s a game 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 emerged. A sudden surge in external light intensity—measured at 132,000 lux—registered in her retinal proximity.]
"And here comes the moment of truth..."
"The moment of truth when it actually never happened but in a potential timeline. What a genius statement that was, Kairi."
"I mean, this also happened to me!"
"But not in a way it happened to you. I should lecture you more about spacetime 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 ’me.’
A tragic end.
"Did you know? Maybe you were right."
"About what?"
"About this couldn’t be me and there might be another version of me."
"Keep dreaming. There is no such things. Or if there is, you will still be the original one for me."
"And is that exactly why you love me, hm?"
"Let’s not get started into this so-called topic’s boundary interference, for now."
"Meh, 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 Biome’s visual layer. Subject inhales. Atmospheric oxygen normal. No contaminants detected. Musculature responsive. Aesthetics: optimized.]
"Wait, that’s the f*cking gacha game 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 mean? I can be SSS-ranked if this happens, unlike here."
"Well, I found this kind of living to be lame and generic. Here, you are unique."
"Meh, maybe you got a point."
"...Did I just get Truck’d into a loading screen?"
[Welcome 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 game."
"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.