Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDSLunJYFcf
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."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡua8OhKVWAa
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."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4r5721jlO
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡncgvMq2d2A
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2mXX6gQyFy
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ35FWTaCEVe
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7opaUM1t48
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLC0qJQfQH
—5148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzaVLWobcDe
—4148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWow5c0dYv0
—3…148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoJsOzpw736
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW8KgDLkAPt
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5x835Him0
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOXEWkR1l6
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLzgwBdWR8V
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJV7tmCIyU9
Fragments of Truth148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡup4eImx4ZL
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLy58gUUU0
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRcfu1YZT1o
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDGDQZhNEZ
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiaqTCIV65H
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFhXOECSCTJ
Awakening148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbDkb4rRfI
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ6NiPLj6dP
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIH5QSrKEBl
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNpBgCeqoc3
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoNhGejSvSH
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKcpEV4YudH
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl1J1dq7fbJ
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQiXqKrlC7F
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw7wfi0qNZg
This wasn't a dream.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKP8D26mnQ
Physical Anomalies148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8UDZty9gGu
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn3hDQ64GaD
Residual Phenomena148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0YHK03L1w8
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRr48rEHJdf
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3kI6kWt6o
Residual Signal in the Cross148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJIRQcnnV9P
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GaAXK51L3
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkgTSobRuj8
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcHePwvo7Im
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnFj4rRk2yg
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTo25iEjC1
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZn87DH3Tlr
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYR9AsRv4wW
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKksl5DsAyC
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPN0T8Yq6eb
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJYQQ4U1Hzb
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwoXpltqKzy
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.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61gLHc6T84
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSlfdvIlENu
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaHqbK4qWoa
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOzNHE7gj2
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TEEKQsNQ5
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgNORDGeMAO
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfalUGv9dyZ
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡberL0loE6t
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbz6Z1Y3zrW
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1GNycD3FX
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPjnDDBElj
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:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgtjx5zqhFE
"If memories repeat, don't resist."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq04Wlzj3Ah
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDIRKePuZd
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnMWSiWldpv
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8NDqLSHAG
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3oqNRGxta
Who am I?148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvmTm35cuc
What am I remembering?148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2fE8M0H0z
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKAiZmvihOZ
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUkQomT9Fn0
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VzcpeWtMB
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70yxGTJbhc
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH2sK1Jm7XO
The chip's words echoed:148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCDqlueChWI
"You must remember everything."148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDZ3qkd43F
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.148Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmyBWDqp966
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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