Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WwK631GRz
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."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB5J7svDT4h
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."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8eZFxHa2tg
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPJDJ8REy5
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wThGFo4w9
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVRN1W6mEaI
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jlLzUas2t
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNnQB6OlO6l
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—3…40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCu7Lf7AFME
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsLt5ujS5cL
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJLGRQmdW8B
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ265EnYxA7R
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8CS2D5GDv
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGrrp77yhUd
Fragments of Truth40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKPCNWJUZE8
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40qQ7ErRQ1
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7x44PyV0t
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnnBzb4mPJ
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvTVmxmRJd
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8QoJ8weLIZ
Awakening40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFVelYLleR
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtClMp4aErA
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7DwK8qayfV
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqask9TLBR
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYsaO654KO
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvmz21QTjhV
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRWZUctqdAZ
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMebz4ufSu
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkk4Y6fE3Lt
This wasn't a dream.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwzi3JteYUX
Physical Anomalies40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPRsbjCgkpK
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36Sf7sMOg1
Residual Phenomena40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb5VMR1V4ab
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVciWnlU5fw
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlfY5dAFYk
Residual Signal in the Cross40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJCqLylAviN
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPj37i3G9Ai
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NSR4zhgHU
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlowjMEMkIz
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEYJ0LRSvnr
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg4LQtSaWa6
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMePXbfyipg
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvibDZ7S1u
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZcas3k1is
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUEI5fBhP89
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyeS4fC0Iu
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9rQnBOLsv
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.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBONcf5HPs
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNMSm6O7gAA
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9EOkydRUq
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45yCxpuPFs
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWan9cDjme
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8s4CspsFMx
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAL3RreFs3S
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡllMJUM3ZIt
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLnRqZFrUe
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtnkndph9XY
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpCKSjF6C3
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:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcUo0W3EL8L
"If memories repeat, don't resist."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDye9jQmD6c
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9cubgdYknx
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefw0HZQ7Ai
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsTKsOEIahg
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2yAJQ0JHX
Who am I?40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7wnPeY7RQQ
What am I remembering?40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMu4LZ4e6m
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbmFruCaPb
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOMENcA1dm3
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPoiOqVBijL
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsdUb3vI9v
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GZdovww4v
The chip's words echoed:40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJJtTO5qqL
"You must remember everything."40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ie87EY4Hf
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.40Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIH5qNrAukN
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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