Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74hlemqO2R
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."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdiMlbzoOzu
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."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbp3XnETC9
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVGfEVEQPi
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbR2ZlxjTNZ
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsaa93KOnCi
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGkwbGifKy
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJNx18BDQk
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—3…39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VmLAXfSCI
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2aMLXK2qb
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvQt2rIWVr
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKohpvNpPFu
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76MGHPcXFA
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HXBlNEX1r
Fragments of Truth39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxRZEwldC5z
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKnwAPxegci
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO95BkgqhDv
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQt3pm0NJeh
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0iboCyljMY
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3qGyCQovt
Awakening39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2SBoVxR1P
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmbGnIP4Yx
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRnzaDfeBLX
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQW8qJAKnw
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEpV5YwAKE
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUTklxvurVI
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyy3zCOdqvC
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdilkcaKB4
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGT6eTlvCF
This wasn't a dream.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzC1qPhChT
Physical Anomalies39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9JHJ1IqrP
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP7TFrkRy1X
Residual Phenomena39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TBSkNDTPp
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtY6fdH0fo
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlrqnaKspG
Residual Signal in the Cross39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhFCOOuhZN
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY59B6AC6LD
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMPCS6hsoL
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYmBf0DF2KD
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1oLC4fZxq
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmoaH7MOIux
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuMXV2lXvnk
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoMlF63x4cp
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡajLzANZjZD
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPH7YaBQkgL
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8nBjK0f2Uk
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKh1pP9HGvr
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.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXUMvGDkxr
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0qFShoMX5
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4LIBj7rbYb
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTN08KcrttY
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFV32REWFzg
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3QtMq8vjvp
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4i9Y9Mj3Lf
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsv6tCixFuj
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg36Atq68bn
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHGsOV6Eew
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaITY22nAdc
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:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7XuzMLpaj
"If memories repeat, don't resist."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBBVZT1XBIM
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaw0mrogNyl
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmlmkRxu2c
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUl39UkSmTX
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkB4dvxbzXk
Who am I?39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡABQOBzPmhe
What am I remembering?39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡehWFhTZRK4
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlUUs6NW3r
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZjq9dg13Mq
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCxw2p6LEhJ
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfENJPoU4Pj
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccckzFHNlb
The chip's words echoed:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qrluX1LIe
"You must remember everything."39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4MKkQ6I79
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQehOr1V5R
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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