Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOk9S2q3BC1
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."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsCIsdOAD8c
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."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf44fOP0TO8
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53wlG11UMe
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2uaqN9ExX
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBoRD7OHlaM
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4si252Hvi
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAzNejwHCrd
—5171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbkWQH6zts
—4171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUP18BTgfSa
—3…171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGcRdt1Ic3T
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEP81HhdOOt
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZhe7Fcd2wR
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDPBSCQwiTW
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJURL8ikHKy
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OJH8LOPuy
Fragments of Truth171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVR9Eslhs9l
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMsm71Saty
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1h8qn3lcW
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRBUj4z5sn
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHZxijnL3eA
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEV06bsqhw2
Awakening171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Yl1gsx89T
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFQ4IffXxx
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9cOXuAaKri
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡneyzOuzuP2
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKSTvxyjYUv
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1xvAzl9r9
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNxFGPurfRe
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7CA4aWbdgA
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtlMbD5d1Y
This wasn't a dream.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt399ssIlxS
Physical Anomalies171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0GJoiiePgI
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6TgR5Clcc
Residual Phenomena171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXM1089n4DN
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIsUR3RwKO
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6jqAkXfJnl
Residual Signal in the Cross171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYLg8YY080
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGG9u5NqVsq
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgdyMnGUmd
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQ4RsOG7Qb
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnysVbCXzf9
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJhEQAFVms5
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XKKPETUbY
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQy3FCwEUsi
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1kjE2qXGd
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZEQ6Toy0Kd
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMXUHhHBVTG
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrAVFLjg3me
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.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHfEwOqM9w
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0R50xKNVKG
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiz1nmWct1l
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJp01yxpl7i
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWNlCsSP77
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYk4xi13ey2
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSnLskoC5GO
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaPhYwsMnaG
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgJGpUsQxl
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1fOaqqromy
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpb53l1IvqR
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:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYKSB6Zarv
"If memories repeat, don't resist."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhOSiSOhlBa
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHQaDm7TOj
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnJ99TLd0l
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBplWjUQ0i
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nUUZBqDYx
Who am I?171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxKsfBr6Ckw
What am I remembering?171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXaZ8gf3aRC
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡByHSlgPyku
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4CBHEDJ80i
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqWZ9EQLNvT
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwDM6om6D82
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEIJHLs1loG
The chip's words echoed:171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLe4NsjXIhx
"You must remember everything."171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkggbeF72bx
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxQ1CtNLWpx
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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