Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAc35Iqk8Br
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."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbnW1JdNEmi
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."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjExMwcY1II
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4uT5JOFbh
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKTqEooUCA
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsMk8Xhbzuq
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TEwd9DtZX
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxFMAghaxD
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—3…96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKDFN9EOSd
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2dxJxVcK1
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4lhLO8Oic
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDnHEkuB9Q
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLQzlAP1T1
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6wG6n38Okf
Fragments of Truth96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCDdzDRfo1
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZInrcNHNPA
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZRikZsRWE
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaWgyVGk7Md
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUy1lk5Nbfr
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvyDKsGwB3c
Awakening96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6Hv0qlopA
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsoGnU5sJVt
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1TZw4mrwQ
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5qbs7Lv3ze
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8QJ7eVnz7q
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzLTVHfplXX
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OUcJx2Is1
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡApW9g8hphN
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡku9n0zEUxu
This wasn't a dream.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Mcabr9ms0
Physical Anomalies96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNFr0gHwDm
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXkFa7EITlM
Residual Phenomena96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7s2TEtr6i
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTg4nEabCzg
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyJq3St3Hp
Residual Signal in the Cross96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8yLQQEP3jQ
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdhMEeN2LBp
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRV6K26n4BW
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjj8BFVm9nF
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAzQibGRnm
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvatArO908
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPSMmPsVf1Z
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo7lJ03MU9W
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK9XnA1ZX1A
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXyJZ5cAvsC
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3DkeHuiK0d
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8leWeXbb0g
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.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNULbmi3JWw
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASNFdrt0gI
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN0UitaToza
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xD2Uwnll0
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ05HordCp5
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YQvLSNz3b
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbqp0GkuZhl
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQrIEBOKxg
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1MGkRyrOgv
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMper3DnpmA
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyJqAowdFMq
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:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5jpcoTYT4d
"If memories repeat, don't resist."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLWm5Kxaom
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuGURLUFJfS
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVXNSkLB48g
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaeyMPu6JuD
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe3P67La87I
Who am I?96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7JLBpbaGcB
What am I remembering?96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekxuDavK7p
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXmgH2toyu0
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKxnmqiEJCW
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurhG0P9wzq
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kvcZIqckB
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ16xZNooHlm
The chip's words echoed:96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWEgfVNdC0Q
"You must remember everything."96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKHEvFj4aG6
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.96Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ400ijkzLT1
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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