Chapter 270.2. Creating A Spring

“Stop the chit-chat. That’s why someone hid it from us. No, from the young lady. They didn’t want the young lady to find it. However, those defenses are reaching their limit.”
“Touching terminals with administrative authority would be a problem, right? Hehe, the young lady would probably break them. Well, you actually did, didn’t you?”
“Well, why are the defenses reaching their limit? Because Mii-tan went on a rampage?”
“It’s not my fault! Well-behaved Mii-chan wouldn’t do something like that.”
I pouted and protested against Frigg-oneesan, who was teasing, and Freya, who gave me a reproachful look.
Mii-chan wouldn’t do something like that.
“That’s part of it. The young lady is absorbing the mana of this world in the form of experience points. However, I expect it’s only a minor influence.”
It seems Mii-chan had something to do with it.
“But it’s just a minor impact, right?”
“That’s right. It would take tens of thousands of years for the world to collapse at this rate.”
“Oh, so it’s not Mii-chan’s fault then!”
She sighed with relief at Grandpa Odin’s words. Mii-chan definitely won’t be alive in tens of thousands of years.
“Originally, that should have been the case. However, this world was already falling apart. The Golden Thread you mentioned, the thread of fate, has begun to unravel. That’s why the young lady’s actions are beginning to have a fatal impact on the world.”
“The world is falling apart? My actions are fatal?”
“Yes, the young lady is absorbing and tearing apart the frayed Golden Thread. And around the young lady, the limits have been reached, and the terminals have finally appeared. You noticed that and didn’t miss the opportunity to firmly access the world.”
“Mii-chan didn’t know anything about it! I’m innocent!”
I covered my face and rolled onto my back, kicking my arms and legs.
This whole thing was a coincidence. Even if it wasn’t a coincidence, it’s good enough to create a small world. I think of it as a secret base for cute girls, and if the god of this world is a cute girl, they’ll probably laugh and forgive me.
“The reason for creating this world is over. However, as the young lady may have guessed, it’s a small world. She doesn’t possess the power to rule the original world.”
“That’s right! So, in celebration of Mii-chan creating her secret base today, shall we make oden and parfait?”
She sat up abruptly and sniffed the air. Good. It wasn’t Mii-chan’s fault after all.
Mii-chan was already heading towards the kitchen, but she got a gentle tap on the head with Gungnir.
“The story isn’t over yet. You remember how I told you about the Golden Thread creating the world, right?”
“Yeah, it was soft and easy to tear. It’s like cotton candy.”
I had already explained the Golden Thread to Grandpa Odin when I used [Resurrection].
“That’s right. The issue lies in the Golden Thread, which represents the  threads of fate that make up the world and can create a new world, that has become fragile. There’s only one reason for the unraveling of the threads.”
“What reason is that?”
“It’s being unraveled and rewoven. The same section, over and over again. Probably countless times, an almost inconceivable number of repetitions until it becomes fragile.”
Grandpa Odin chuckled with an amused expression. Huh? What does he mean?
“In other words… this world is looping like it’s repeating fate, redoing it over and over again. The thread unravels, becoming so fragile that it allows intrusion from other worlds.”
“Repeating? So, like, endlessly reloading?”
“Yes. However, the gods are restricted in their actions in this world. Therefore, humans are probably doing it without understanding what significance it holds. They don’t know that once the threads of fate have been spun, they cannot be redone, which is impossible.”
Wow, as expected of Odin. It’s impressive that he thought of something like that. He truly lives up to being the god of knowledge. I’m impressed.
But can humans do such a thing? I mean, redoing it means having to accurately retrace every single memory in the world, right?
“Well, is it even possible for humans to do something like that? After all, redoing it means they have to flawlessly recreate every single memory in the world, right?”
“Th-that’s impossible, I think? To possess that ability, one would have to become a god. And even as a god, it’s impossible because your actions are restricted. Even as a god, I don’t think anyone would have that knowledge. Ugh…”
Frigg-oneesan furrowed her brows, wearing a puzzled expression, and Freya nodded along.
True, Nagaraja also tried to change the world, but it was quickly undone. Maybe it was because of its limitations.
“…There is a way for humans to do it. Perhaps some god behind the scenes is guiding them.”
“What’s that method?”
In response to Mii-chan’s question, Grandpa Odin clicked his tongue in annoyance, his face twisted.
“There’s a Sacred Artifact that possesses all-encompassing knowledge of every corner of the world. Its name is Mímir’s Head. With its power, someone could endlessly repeat the world.”
With an intimidating aura, Odin delivered this information.
“Someone who obtained my Sacred Artifact after it was lost on Ragnarok is surely working in the shadows.”
And then, the revelation was shocking.
“Mímir’s Head… that’s the one you turned into a Sacred Artifact by cutting off the head of the all-knowing Mímir, right? The one you always carried around your waist?”
“That’s correct. With that, it is possible to redo things.”
Grandpa Odin continued the conversation, now calming his anger.
“I’ve also understood the meaning of the Night of Magic. It likely refers to the unseen world through them loops of repetition.”