Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPC5DF0U53n
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."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUJhrx2I3YM
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."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6nCosUk1DJ
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5ywvoJTiT
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLfb2YlFdK
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMVVM85skQ
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGnAdGS8Rw
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9A1J9EZXZ1
—5174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeNDL668Caq
—4174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61Gr3imRik
—3…174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HhKnswk4d
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUOynWcd1D
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡICLzXlO9or
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ppqdWknLT
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSnCEp4bYy7
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi96cUMO7Lq
Fragments of Truth174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0EZfdeAgr
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAmlA6OCZJ
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9EXp9StuRB
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1O2UAvEgt9
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQnQQuz4fN
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMn4ywks7K4
Awakening174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUcspn6fUx8
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7rC5DjA7VM
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5v277V4XYn
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡas7Lq79EsX
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ313LM9aakS
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtYyZGHIgcX
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSx8c42nRqj
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF4lXTBgSwz
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyvcMRrU05C
This wasn't a dream.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TWKq52f5h
Physical Anomalies174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvE3fW6gyj
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGBAMSEtCN
Residual Phenomena174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6re2CZ1eAo
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgt5iPWVZav
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡABdBNXA7mi
Residual Signal in the Cross174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3jAoYyYhp
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxA2uSQuxO
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP0PkDAdDJT
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2byaFyvHY
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4FxlzjGZj
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkcwSfnz0yQ
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUqHKlraGS
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUdF4vfNrww
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiJCAeybe3y
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡksEyFxkbLI
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6fPQAvaWpo
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1pg0rfZpKI
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1pDzmwtdNM
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwR5gX2td4u
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuNsFQYinKN
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2FNhvZHqn
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOgh32uqaba
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlKgfPCBjC1
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNld0hAtItG
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOWDmAM81Q
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfOpM6HTsi
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8DXXnfyhf
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwGO5AHTrAV
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:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPVfZ8cljY
"If memories repeat, don't resist."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLS9LRIzuK
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1lWXu91v9
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0sQexusj5i
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1mOqB7sc1R
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKazrmVzzP
Who am I?174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXOWZfltjJS
What am I remembering?174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXgc4ctCJN
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzVpHhpk6Mz
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOe7NznGTsX
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6GWXVqlgnW
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6H0nZpWJGt
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2da816GK4
The chip's words echoed:174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJGxCzDu63
"You must remember everything."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjjwOT5dXF
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9vsI9rKNaY
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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