Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwIDY9Fj96N
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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3iuHKE4hz
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."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffdXVSITIc
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSFIgHtSgs
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEP9zo4tLFr
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfc8w1s6VyA
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VKcZ3uj0T
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObaIgl9ilM
—5156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkgNCtoBslj
—4156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNEan8p7FYx
—3…156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7B8GujaAN
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJU3Xkyz7CQ
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjh6oX76aab
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvGRoWFaaY
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLKP5lPqII
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMEbkNmGBLC
Fragments of Truth156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUSqSW2zgTs
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXY2joW97jw
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDIoPkkK1x
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuMYFoSAdyn
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9PjUxSVK2C
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy937a4peFB
Awakening156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvI52J0xiwN
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx1Ykm08pfH
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BGc9yriDT
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡamYSNaWsrG
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLC7wfo4Aea
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0jCdULBQno
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmj3BshOYa
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlmg0nOiBXk
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCTOu3mNaQ5
This wasn't a dream.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡouuyqxEsQt
Physical Anomalies156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbBxLay16D
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKWefCdZuY
Residual Phenomena156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNLGmTT7P1
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAf7m6tjq9B
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAgtkNdrkA5
Residual Signal in the Cross156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZBNzZCJSS
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TTzt7idKB
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nQlAl4KjT
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWRgTSE0DZ
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK02raiMQkL
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyncDAl2mRl
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxupUBTBVpO
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TArdjWSJr
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCBDvgxMhp
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIypPw8W6qo
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNmHqNO9PQ
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWmvBH3Tqw
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.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSaO92qvmwU
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxoKBYR5g1F
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgMOybtwnTB
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXb2IhCRBkp
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5B7OLztbi
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQXWdV9BXmB
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2s0NvFWiOm
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyQMQzBABhh
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzwwcKNAlan
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtGqB7nFiX
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCYD3r589I
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:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJ8UsIg2Ut
"If memories repeat, don't resist."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOPW2n8FuZ
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOiHwcZ0in
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zFxvs8CCJ
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOnE8W3fyh
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaxEJRCD18h
Who am I?156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ862nkNERPt
What am I remembering?156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo2toThVtAs
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqjpVx7oIaa
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5Z0UAjbyk
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcGnCgjwaZ
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlctq1tpnM
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0uVBLrBfL
The chip's words echoed:156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡodDAy90yJq
"You must remember everything."156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCD4eYTaPoG
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRW6Y3zdRjg
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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