Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTZoxNvdbhZ
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."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfithEEdRRb
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."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoqT6e2AmVo
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYNwvXTsMQ
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62Nf2o190L
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvuSxnvazJQ
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiI5XPmI6qf
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGIcjGwmP0e
—5122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzO0bkiIOVO
—4122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLYZ4nanc3b
—3…122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwmDvxrEuO0
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsHhOyGx9Cs
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnolXyUWws
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ToVYzUBdE
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyVR4hlRhnU
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBiR3RTveiE
Fragments of Truth122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUWwDGOBQok
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnJkVf6Gv2
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrqK2o2wnI
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT5mpaogyhj
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPE5HPwR2gC
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrj87C55lCM
Awakening122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXhAtxAuWC
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLklWIyAFn9
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxq18YIrQLK
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsaI4JvVuus
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4QBIQ3yWZQ
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9QYkj0TLp
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ws9IzvmMy
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8W9itJcPL
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ35v11luwyW
This wasn't a dream.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhO4W0qtJKn
Physical Anomalies122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHS2tTVWB37
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYRGHj8ieP5
Residual Phenomena122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVGZAgAnPAv
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdEAWfXqF16
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtPIGpFwWWt
Residual Signal in the Cross122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaJ2iQ7O0p0
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYTSyFRXZ6u
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFsobeRo4UL
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdUruR1ts5
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFelQBO1Ar9
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj0d1OlDeBe
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeqOf0q7Jtd
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa7rBpRWqJy
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBERzkgZbMZ
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4lQtsiVliT
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRw4173lUcA
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsWuHVGXlJ
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.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivSKQSAfrb
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqUhUPBrsHJ
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5dLSaGijQ
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡERiEjEq93R
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDgp2jzRQdS
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglprTyfnoQ
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ71QDqi75v8
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXdDf79mSrP
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaptJc7zEtW
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ44kSDX7XE9
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUsSydn6RxY
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:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0cgxXuFdT
"If memories repeat, don't resist."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB0PTm8VtVw
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbikcasqrP
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVL5q4PUhSF
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASwnGGaQWr
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡigrOVetNUm
Who am I?122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO88Ukv5Vd4
What am I remembering?122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBfdSpwkT6W
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Ote2VUKdY
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIq8FKH2vSZ
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmFmS3YbCtM
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk11bNDbDlu
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6m9b9RdwY
The chip's words echoed:122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3bXu9EDDyP
"You must remember everything."122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcujA5j4hx
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXonW710TqC
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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