Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDXAswRvXFA
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."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWmWWMuwku
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."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4DCYDxfuIi
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgZdEEcaly
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhuBoBA9Ssx
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYoIHocuOR3
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiErowk8htY
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDMfrip7wj
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—3…43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHWtAC1gRV8
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtL1sBidGBZ
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMRBFmF0GmU
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqX3Zbf5wPO
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBfKrd8aPtO
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKERVPwNthx
Fragments of Truth43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBeKu31kqBl
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU71uslxDMX
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi9SQkLyk3t
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNU28Rhonv
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VPLaERr36
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkk0yJTZzO
Awakening43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirDyClzdWA
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjQhOXbOFW7
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqedvxYZh2
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzknEap0z6J
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBmqQVt6m4P
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtw2kXelAC
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAKDIVUkMdH
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIKHHSRNl7A
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk4e8mPzR6o
This wasn't a dream.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrIEJK24lJL
Physical Anomalies43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgqcPqorb5o
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQrX7D1sLA2
Residual Phenomena43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBxfyRzu26z
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeHEBduGHKW
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRJFvaZTRKV
Residual Signal in the Cross43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK2wLPV8ptp
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6jQicnzWcN
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnVhaggqQp
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOW1wn200m9
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6CRoRkbVeA
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT3CMJc83jK
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡldjLNorcH8
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5MRfdJj6NN
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxoKWmmB42
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupumriBbf3
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkHOhPxsRVk
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcNjat9zlf
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.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpFhZuK134t
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ia7j8ZVSo
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwpmtjAquhQ
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxtu0x0tRIZ
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAtm6oqDbLX
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpMM34stk2
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEmDNeo0Apx
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbmdKWmIfX
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfPkF1GYBK
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNoIpw8zym7
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcHvhOXj7z
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:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGcJs46YmpX
"If memories repeat, don't resist."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ6oe6v9oSM
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsk0YUzpPU5
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESKwvbRRrY
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1htmFDL0qY
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHaQPs1peQK
Who am I?43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0QK1oP289
What am I remembering?43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP0OwZTUFFO
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDrEIi6exwG
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzYpnehn9IZ
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7VmPYEYnC
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILojwLJdC5
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMBTT6rquXq
The chip's words echoed:43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2JzbxObZal
"You must remember everything."43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKOvfmpW6D
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLVYzLIt2ea
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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