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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