Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X204Please respect copyright.PENANACQshmRUcSk
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."204Please respect copyright.PENANAbrR0NoX4u7
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."204Please respect copyright.PENANAEikBxP7sgP
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAduy6pgD9UO
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core204Please respect copyright.PENANAP5UxpyTHWT
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.204Please respect copyright.PENANAr8jspW3rAM
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAmKehl7tC3z
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:204Please respect copyright.PENANAgeLuCp8WBR
—5204Please respect copyright.PENANAF8v2ckBx56
—4204Please respect copyright.PENANAd7U4WEvEcT
—3…204Please respect copyright.PENANALgf874mcNn
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion204Please respect copyright.PENANA324EFy7Gmh
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAMrejEjyHGB
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:204Please respect copyright.PENANAdAiTWoGhrQ
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.204Please respect copyright.PENANAZpxgLHpZAV
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAB2FYnEQECe
Fragments of Truth204Please respect copyright.PENANAjlLfq0nkx5
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.204Please respect copyright.PENANAgiNROaUqCQ
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."204Please respect copyright.PENANAqgPcX3byzo
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.204Please respect copyright.PENANAoKIEBY9VIK
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.204Please respect copyright.PENANAPXIpO0Rx5A
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.204Please respect copyright.PENANAAY4sPFv2Nt
Awakening204Please respect copyright.PENANAs6yUiHNy7s
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAKnHLOkCijn
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.204Please respect copyright.PENANAdxz4dZIJmo
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.204Please respect copyright.PENANAcwGlPxMQgq
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X204Please respect copyright.PENANAHvrZmkEea5
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening204Please respect copyright.PENANABcTUjWY6cB
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.204Please respect copyright.PENANA9s5ftiI1Zv
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."204Please respect copyright.PENANAnvMmSTY9Ez
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.204Please respect copyright.PENANAthlKVU29Kv
This wasn't a dream.204Please respect copyright.PENANAphF97LiVzN
Physical Anomalies204Please respect copyright.PENANAPQzCibts4i
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANATNpnUw3VVJ
Residual Phenomena204Please respect copyright.PENANAshHupbKg2I
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANARy0Utjwkag
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.204Please respect copyright.PENANAdcJfUlzZGf
Residual Signal in the Cross204Please respect copyright.PENANAexL11NqHzT
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:204Please respect copyright.PENANAd7rJmqOCGp
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"204Please respect copyright.PENANAKrMCvld9Cu
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?204Please respect copyright.PENANA6FOqCmuv6t
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.204Please respect copyright.PENANAIvOUGDwudK
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement204Please respect copyright.PENANA0ctmASxcqn
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:204Please respect copyright.PENANA7qw4ooGUzR
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."204Please respect copyright.PENANAeaRO2ouoMu
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.204Please respect copyright.PENANA4QzQGd7Nx0
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.204Please respect copyright.PENANA20stwbyBoc
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment204Please respect copyright.PENANAKLhjbvGwB4
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base204Please respect copyright.PENANA6kj4khE8Pp
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.204Please respect copyright.PENANAbFp0mHATAc
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment204Please respect copyright.PENANARnZiNJtILm
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:204Please respect copyright.PENANAIawm10dR6f
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.204Please respect copyright.PENANAZXcmPpFzjc
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.204Please respect copyright.PENANAmMGRyiX9Hc
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.204Please respect copyright.PENANA9dfdkKtmOg
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:204Please respect copyright.PENANAV1gpfhIJ7s
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.204Please respect copyright.PENANA5csmS131gi
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.204Please respect copyright.PENANA2dOZXqoWA7
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement204Please respect copyright.PENANAJHMrTfgVXV
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"204Please respect copyright.PENANAQVC3Y3sd6Z
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:204Please respect copyright.PENANAHluPOOXlCe
"If memories repeat, don't resist."204Please respect copyright.PENANAjw4yd1JQoc
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."204Please respect copyright.PENANACf5qadYZJ3
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement204Please respect copyright.PENANAvhSj6ihI1w
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."204Please respect copyright.PENANAPkn0HoRyj9
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:204Please respect copyright.PENANAB3sOUdjGYb
Who am I?204Please respect copyright.PENANAw8zxr5q5zF
What am I remembering?204Please respect copyright.PENANAxwJJl6vvsc
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?204Please respect copyright.PENANAc1U7nJLpLi
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.204Please respect copyright.PENANA5U9baWBtgz
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday204Please respect copyright.PENANADjcLWmt8cR
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.204Please respect copyright.PENANAKyHmXqfdwh
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.204Please respect copyright.PENANAfrg94eQDPZ
The chip's words echoed:204Please respect copyright.PENANAvlcHyvOHbX
"You must remember everything."204Please respect copyright.PENANA1qXkP1Mb6d
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.204Please respect copyright.PENANAvCYTjI11dk
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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