Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwziLmhHgc
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."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0v2SJ7rJ7w
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."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU860jaHn3N
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqf0yycezC
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEHopDFdiEN
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDXO9edmDP
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7GWaNCRc8
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyzSL4cd3e
—5176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHEfNZrH7aC
—4176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Fmn0OPk8v
—3…176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYIeQFirkbO
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJRkKY9HOR
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkVbCJTIlXB
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJlb6AKel4
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkT5PcqGg9B
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjaX3fZUyQ
Fragments of Truth176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5VSX2TJ7g
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhraG351pSU
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwwQ32R88Qm
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡumg40yPUmG
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUgdt7KrSm
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡedN18svlkN
Awakening176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmyx6vp4A2a
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOKFVciqgA
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjjnjIy8N0
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡusDosSCJhZ
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbi0DQGZHCN
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeX3pfZQyiP
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkalXG7DL4Z
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqEyX36gilj
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6cckbgsuk
This wasn't a dream.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡChMkjvT58B
Physical Anomalies176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHherfD0iZ
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHo7z4dDBJ7
Residual Phenomena176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrVOr4Ae6wx
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFlTXgnrL95
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeK5Zg2lZ2S
Residual Signal in the Cross176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7k41bIWONl
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ50MSlS9KN
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWn0vW0vd2v
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuuPaQuayzK
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx4d0wKh8Sp
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIUDqtJ8kKQ
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6c1nmPBooB
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWfd6Y974c
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitniVPs9CL
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡov4A9GRqPc
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMwKrVoRejI
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡClBrjcSWnI
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.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO0U9no5TSr
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOw8dVQIA5b
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI72gBirn6X
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfAouZcxjK
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHDOtLvB67E
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIxuDfXYSpI
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMP2o16kLU
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuPCQcLo6Sq
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbkevt9EiNU
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡipzLpCx9XL
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0s9SzipI5w
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:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfaUNEhUNy
"If memories repeat, don't resist."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhtFFInOP9R
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBwR7nbNXd
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SUa5MF6cI
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXJTyKX5KbJ
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQdx2IJBbs
Who am I?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgMfyWmYfXx
What am I remembering?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVBpJ5vk0y
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZjLCCgCxDi
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJJQrRJ7JT
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH82D7HQITs
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxFnlwsO99R
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH475XQYjCv
The chip's words echoed:176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSaRlLrve3R
"You must remember everything."176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfqj1koVXkF
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.176Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMVUKoM2X9p
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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