Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKSVoWDwR3
Wind drifted through the cracks of ruined buildings, gently brushing sand across Yu Yong-An's face. He stood at the edge of District X, a faded, forgotten warning sign swaying in the breeze, its blurred letters barely reading, "Unknown Risk / Do Not Enter."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4K2FB4ADZr
Beneath his feet, the cracked concrete released twisting trails of dust with each step. District X lay beyond city surveillance, belonging to no administrative area. As Bai Zi-Ming had said—it was a place "that should not exist."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJ9FYlphJm
Yu tightly gripped the cross in his pocket, left behind by Zhang Yi-An and passed by Li An-Qing before her death. Its cold, heavy weight felt as if it would pull him into an unseen abyss.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtLuhkljPR
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQvn3rLPSvp
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwGvMzBrIUc
Walls varied from ancient moss-covered surfaces to unnaturally pristine textures; shadows and cracks clashed as though from different eras. His devices failed—no GPS, no network—only the cross remained, suddenly warm in his palm.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5uWR1cusqn
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOttgpONmf
—5154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOeOg6t3Tnl
—4154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLJXaEsbj4
—3…154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH97D9EIH4o
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgS4eoSXgOb
When "1" appeared, silence consumed everything, even the wind vanished. His vision blurred briefly as the surroundings trembled, damaged pipes reformed, glass fragments floated back into place, as though time reversed.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdba5SUwyrH
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2dAgG1CGFU
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKdLGWzlG6
Yu stood motionless, watching. This wasn't an image, but a residual reality. He heard nothing, felt nothing, but knew—this was the truth of that day.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOyARDexKr1
Fragments of Truth154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2PHY9k4JD
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE4LmqiDzHv
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNL6Fkl9ZmW
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxUCJgmZMqz
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT5n2ec9jRD
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAc3Nus44rO
Awakening154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHMQ1QDZGc
Yu Yong-An awoke sharply, lying on a cold, abandoned floor as dusk approached. Uncertain of how long he'd been unconscious, the cross was cold again, the countdown gone—as if nothing had occurred.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FFde2hSG5
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoXOOR8fxbh
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObKqyr0QVP
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjA06iQMnqA
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxaE2DUjKIq
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMcRwzEQcrX
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjCVW6fcxG9
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxuqquOvwNC
This wasn't a dream.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOD0Is2Y4N
Physical Anomalies154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR84x83E9yY
Standing up, his body ached as if torn between dreams and reality. Dizziness forced him to steady himself. Memory fragments overlapped or vanished inexplicably—he knew this phenomenon: memory displacement.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFrHv2KFIx
Residual Phenomena154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIUNd7MJb5F
Examining the surroundings, small details revealed anomalies—tiles mysteriously cracked, rust colored differently across timelines. Near a window, reflections briefly showed Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmnurQMjFvQ
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIeBZTWxXg
Residual Signal in the Cross154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhupuNEcD2
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpAwPeZC2kj
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMdBsbd03u8
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ12kBCXgGns
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcWY6z8Q9S8
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6fn1cdVt8y
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnP5sSTyBsc
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLnZ39WOwM
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA1AOHGasMQ
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImuPBkfFEF
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL6HKue3hlz
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxF5AJe9gBr
District X faded behind him, a silent shadow extending deeper through temporal fissures. Yu's steps were steady yet heavier. He carried only the cross, chip, and memories foreign to his past.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP3pLIsAcnB
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKPxXB1HwA
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoAuabJZlt
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJdgsKQNhDV
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5j6OUCKiqG
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgj9CLsN996
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfAdoanhJ9j
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2n2P85xVp
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKCAHwP41k
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtAEFUAhx5G
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdiRnPS63e
After pondering all night, Yu concluded "Reverse Axis" could mean reversed temporal coordinates or forced identity replacement.
As dusk descended in utter silence, a forgotten audio recorder beneath the railway began to activate.
It was an old recording, long since converted into a digital wave format. But one fragment remained intact—perfectly preserved:
"I'm not you. But I know who you are."
At that exact moment, a crystal buried under the rail began to glow faintly. Its spiral light pattern didn't conform to anything known in this world.
An unexpected signal.A voice without a source.And a scene that shattered the moment the audio stopped playing.
As though, in another time and another self, someone was softly saying:
"There is still another you, already walking this path.
He noted:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr3KZCPsHuF
"If memories repeat, don't resist."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡctPyRjzODs
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2o64LJbGo8
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs5XduXQSSe
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyLibhYYCLy
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMzIF9puZ9
Who am I?154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQcWn2KBKu
What am I remembering?154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7KamnHFk91
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTihVNIkMUn
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNzhZVqujSw
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXWLXK0RbFv
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuSo62tj91e
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOobANRwTJN
The chip's words echoed:154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLCbOrKtj6I
"You must remember everything."154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9pDcBmzfw0
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.154Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcSgyWdPsss
This time, he was ready.
January 1, 2027 (Friday)
At that moment, all the light rain stopped.
Raindrops hung frozen in midair. Light stood still, suspended in vertical silence.
Local time-space coordinates had ceased functioning. Every visible display read the same line:
2027.01.01 // 00:00:00
The timestamp appeared across mirrors, skylights, phone screens.In several places, people stood immobile.In others—they were simply gone.
But one figure remained.He stood before a mirror.And in his eyes, that same timecode appeared:
00:00:00
It was you.
A silver arc of time suddenly unfolded before them.
Li An-Qing stood at the edge of that unstable rail. Her eyes no longer seemed like physical organs but flickered like layered code—scrolling between systems, ages, and archives.
"Do you still remember me?"
There was no space between them, and yet, they could not reach each other.
"When he discovered Reverse Axis, did he still remember you—the version of you that looked into his eyes?"
Yang An-Ting took a step forward.That single step lit up the edge of time.
Li An-Qing's outline blurred and bent. She became a prism of overlapping timelines, her presence glitching softly like corrupted memory.
"But you're still here."
"And I still remember you."
"Then that's enough."
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