Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoldjs0inDX
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."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaAQsUQJ0Dw
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."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKV1TTzST22
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJhognPLV2
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDVh40jJlux
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xH6TgOAAR
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOscT1dRAxW
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkdfgk2QIzZ
—5128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ45zylnuxoX
—4128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgnhotD94Kk
—3…128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSk7GNWzyGf
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXlwJGXHDTU
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsAYaaoBkd
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupdZNt8OMZ
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI03TmKBLhY
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxsh04C6t1
Fragments of Truth128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wBP3y0pWU
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ZMLezf1dW
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8FGVDg7fB
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4dO2t28ph
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx98x3qX7rx
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfR4nnVLrWv
Awakening128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ6WdYjSUAq
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8DWCLijfW3
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaaMIzKLap
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGsJvCVuvH
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyR5dKBbPUM
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6RNDtxDAud
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvczSB2p7sx
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqUUvOA1liG
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUn0n8sYwY0
This wasn't a dream.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaz12yaaSjS
Physical Anomalies128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0lDXN7Epyi
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuyQDmT42S3
Residual Phenomena128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Iw92UqqCV
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqZJaDjlMDH
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGLJps1R71
Residual Signal in the Cross128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwFkvur5X5
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWCKm0kKaH
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkDF7zEX2wv
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyAI2Ce2rO
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIPMle502vJ
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvK1QRuCOJP
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAE8ZY52JJY
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR3rUTSH5zk
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzrfHIQjILN
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpbD5oeKu69
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJqtcMuKaWU
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM9ytCS93pD
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.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YTys9RRrd
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcBmHcbmDWK
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmimBR9Dp7j
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsm1tNoMGpX
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX79qp9HfKj
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpoAApqSyB
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwuqavgWyqO
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHLrsYNuLd
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8CrvcSpLF
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhqoewobxI
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ54uvHHpJEp
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:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM1Vmi7zapM
"If memories repeat, don't resist."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOGbLpEUf9
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZpfKvAECgB
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3rl80jPqB
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIR4qCH37yk
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUOEnhTqSgG
Who am I?128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6QLjL9Tmdp
What am I remembering?128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3NlKTbgV8
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXM9DoJxXjq
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfbP1QFcIA
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3nkoH3pWXl
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADB9zDH9v8
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqBgDdi1o3M
The chip's words echoed:128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnuYJgfQJ6W
"You must remember everything."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6w2lmpW8X
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡabSBPreRxZ
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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and then Add to home screen.