Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe2sG8sxNtP
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."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5m56hMrFDP
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."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIxWBJbrIc
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfB4rdihZ6X
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTD2n3QSMDv
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8tnYZJ3ms
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ2Nzdc3FpF
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6EAfDoAwUs
—5164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmZFgbSbGs
—4164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYHQyPrqhvL
—3…164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9MuLhD92o
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmuVAhj1t0D
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvgR4y9o0N
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDhyzk9l7lr
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYgT5M2DAG
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnMvfsvF5f
Fragments of Truth164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZbdC8J0hwM
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv57CK41Umz
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5yExZAkyS
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQOFmLW4RI1
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsb2gu6h4rX
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIdaRwInqzc
Awakening164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvaGInRjL7H
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVaJEsff3WF
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyld8ssLOE
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvtlo8w5T98
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNnrxXDPTCg
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgci7zCnAv2
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRDAxSYed4x
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohITX1SzY1
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGPuKhoFgX
This wasn't a dream.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeCi2AVTU4F
Physical Anomalies164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQr0MYPTdJS
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVlVmONqwb
Residual Phenomena164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT5jmSpTPih
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBv1NK2POTX
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmW4OKUCl99
Residual Signal in the Cross164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsZNIww80W
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpp8OxmSRr
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi7WZJ7YPKZ
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYVqplVwDcI
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZlE9RY1BZz
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYK18PRVuMY
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOZNz2TcRi6
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ17qoQyWWOt
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjY6zNSkvag
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFYdcbEx7uG
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNfMulrGIy
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfLcBL7r2VO
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.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyu5d71EAJ
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0S2o5HTSF3
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsRj6wlRh5r
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfDlj7Yly9
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SfJLTEfnj
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RqtZwSTrI
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ71GbdUwTL0
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7zglQ1LEt
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISZfCMGfl2
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDS9Vzxx9I5
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQkI1wchoz
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:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TcTrByibB
"If memories repeat, don't resist."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOr4X8rpS7M
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8frYxO98Je
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkI2TIzy5EQ
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmOVhAqujv
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPCMXuVGcXV
Who am I?164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmcnJYTuAu
What am I remembering?164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0lUMRZrLE
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMkf3ZfUg9L
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiAD70s7t43
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuyiocOjbA
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6pPkbbRFV
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbA0pzkct5Q
The chip's words echoed:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLrZSySDcIF
"You must remember everything."164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNBjv2yWhbm
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1j8a2L4ZaE
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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