Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6oZvpoY6P
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."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrdY15obAzi
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."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmSe2lP4gYs
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVWG5kOJBkH
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuEsCW3Ylz
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGQbxrDOuv
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyueMfTYEqq
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQpWYPQ5ul
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—3…90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ZXibTIR4P
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBSz7P7YRV
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc1UdG5AhQx
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXI1DdQn9qe
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhycuSxheB
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJ6j24LzsV
Fragments of Truth90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0lK3QwAvW
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZP5TyLZJd
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoeI9QgEBJN
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbyrJJ98tO
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgesrwH4ip4
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvWalE38WN
Awakening90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWcioDUAIRz
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHfvHj6KmUm
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWelqTz6AWq
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9lOwjFuvA6
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXsEP10krb
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfIVmOelipq
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmeXzQwggyF
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRz4uWbxbS
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcjkJEuWuW
This wasn't a dream.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU622q11RZM
Physical Anomalies90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7whBlgMNC9
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIyqMdn20qJ
Residual Phenomena90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡME7UQKz3zy
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpojgCToy0n
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkLjYIG9tba
Residual Signal in the Cross90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIbW19Phq8E
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj3OQ17bxEx
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN517SD7tR3
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0HGWELO75L
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6IyEHg8XN
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmV2a4v2RX
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvJdJWtmomT
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCLB4zeUPRp
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomVSNqz8SD
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5CpkfOUp4
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrQqUpefLAb
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvvyAm9ph8
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.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlttiGROC6x
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORaKXhrtGO
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkdoXly7iOU
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPFPzeY6HN
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2iqqUi8a3y
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAW8CBL2F4
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBplZRoxXd
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3sH8i90qK
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb9JELeBTVR
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjtz7ylY8sw
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXheTk5pdIy
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:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡua3DiJuXEq
"If memories repeat, don't resist."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2aX3MZVn1
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJAr9nlMrOg
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMJpMZZmWau
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwa03PCMwvp
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP7srlo6EqA
Who am I?90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjfMtbZoCK
What am I remembering?90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4rPSicO4fx
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwoHLEzsyWN
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTh2TjR1L4w
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ2jIANJz15
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiTtQRCoDON
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvrNKiYDJiC
The chip's words echoed:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq8Kk9J6tXo
"You must remember everything."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFuX7t17Uf2
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKo5VRAthpW
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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