Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbhxSPxTYdc
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."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD07D9VMvvW
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."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJsyQBgY7YM
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklIgiew4Uc
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpwU7uZQpd
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy4wk2FkM9X
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1a7AErx1D
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgBa7xldhA
—5141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOrybSwLF1
—4141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Zxszku6T2
—3…141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzALQZgKoXP
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUblX5tKb8
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpikvwaNxgR
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2yeGA6DS5c
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7wiDwkWrAN
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7PtDYjZtwn
Fragments of Truth141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ9p7ZUi0ag
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7fbdF0DGI
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafHeA83vFW
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYdVSZD1Ib
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPRV8BByMq
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmragIscUng
Awakening141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQDKvP3AApR
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnNlQTpJyL
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28giUcUDJr
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwRFeBxSOV
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVwIQe8JPk
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1UuU0nk6f
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLX5UNItYh8
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrThL4H9neJ
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdoSnEblAjC
This wasn't a dream.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC39msr5zWO
Physical Anomalies141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRd0jGHkne
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPyp6x2V1k
Residual Phenomena141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxWmmOOLbxU
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnjkyVCwmGT
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUASKc7nWWu
Residual Signal in the Cross141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ho1MvBq4U
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9LgTqLR0df
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQpB87Z36s
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRV5vGoR3Zp
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Mc7YhLL2x
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3JHy2MVja
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd2misXOMSZ
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzZ3muL63r8
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZGOsHyEiC
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL4OjkQuHpC
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmG4TWVWCZV
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOluHnsMbW
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.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYCWb7sfnI
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNXX3Jiifv
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡONYWimMn80
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRZ9DLhmzn
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMILhd8w9Gu
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaCOi0YHBIc
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSP961qBIcs
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIa5xCuwdlO
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiKVdcTZhDb
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoeRBNWQbmc
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZoG9Z6dEJd
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:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7eX3HMRELM
"If memories repeat, don't resist."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡId52YhuH6Y
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKX8B8AzKl
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORzDuzHpMi
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4MwXucHNGd
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvIlIIppi6
Who am I?141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVAWwOYGMNd
What am I remembering?141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdPOsEIwC4
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgfb5yzLoDE
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ24RzsV4AWU
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRk5XSCRZ8s
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNjOvhgkUlK
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRnR9acBzw
The chip's words echoed:141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZjbIPWWu9u
"You must remember everything."141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8AYSslG06F
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.141Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipJPYA8jDX
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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