Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X130Please respect copyright.PENANAJOdOjpbZKz
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."130Please respect copyright.PENANA3KH5l8lzvg
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."130Please respect copyright.PENANAPZsGiURuh7
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANA9yWd7AuBOK
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core130Please respect copyright.PENANA031HhmSO6i
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.130Please respect copyright.PENANALmvwNWIG2q
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANArpjm3cF1nR
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:130Please respect copyright.PENANAPzowEwx5wA
—5130Please respect copyright.PENANANZW79IvVec
—4130Please respect copyright.PENANAEGmOLcKEYp
—3…130Please respect copyright.PENANAcDTCf1POs6
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion130Please respect copyright.PENANAINYLhyDrVG
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANAOOoIE8q4XU
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:130Please respect copyright.PENANAfQZvJjCXFS
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.130Please respect copyright.PENANADGk2GDiyOp
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANAOnSZ8uiKgw
Fragments of Truth130Please respect copyright.PENANAtgbvqimoTb
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.130Please respect copyright.PENANAa6Y1MYuRXp
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."130Please respect copyright.PENANAcJLkjDpLsK
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.130Please respect copyright.PENANAghrw04kR1B
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.130Please respect copyright.PENANAVJ48tFZ8QJ
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.130Please respect copyright.PENANAY04Lcjuubs
Awakening130Please respect copyright.PENANA80R3kN1g9T
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANAQu8KnLAQGU
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.130Please respect copyright.PENANAafv7Zw0k48
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.130Please respect copyright.PENANAtSYrZv8tHv
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X130Please respect copyright.PENANAxQIBCxaTZC
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening130Please respect copyright.PENANA8sKzuGNXEQ
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.130Please respect copyright.PENANA84ar6r9D6u
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."130Please respect copyright.PENANAXBj0HnStb6
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.130Please respect copyright.PENANAQSIj71AFVN
This wasn't a dream.130Please respect copyright.PENANAEv8R694GpD
Physical Anomalies130Please respect copyright.PENANAcd17VrQ4k0
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANAiWBPSZKWky
Residual Phenomena130Please respect copyright.PENANAfFSUpkNtWq
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANAPE3g1iIrAi
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.130Please respect copyright.PENANAsJS3iNVqRr
Residual Signal in the Cross130Please respect copyright.PENANA0Kn84XAHmY
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:130Please respect copyright.PENANAx6GsnyjsKe
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"130Please respect copyright.PENANAKNHn20Pc7J
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?130Please respect copyright.PENANAanSMKAze5d
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.130Please respect copyright.PENANAm5Uk15QnsZ
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement130Please respect copyright.PENANAYIRc8SlhD6
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:130Please respect copyright.PENANAj29wE70EUa
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."130Please respect copyright.PENANAZrFFze0SXW
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.130Please respect copyright.PENANAFfn6A3weIf
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.130Please respect copyright.PENANAbSkHkPTFjd
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment130Please respect copyright.PENANAwbdG6NwkYs
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base130Please respect copyright.PENANACLa4a0Su92
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.130Please respect copyright.PENANA6f8iwLnnqw
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment130Please respect copyright.PENANAOwgNERnCWY
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:130Please respect copyright.PENANAD2fc7UGvDa
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.130Please respect copyright.PENANAnpZANaf9tr
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.130Please respect copyright.PENANAHgHcPVTRuZ
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.130Please respect copyright.PENANAIB0JvtIpoT
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:130Please respect copyright.PENANALoZSp31LCt
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.130Please respect copyright.PENANATBluGqw0tD
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.130Please respect copyright.PENANABpFDzxGLE5
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement130Please respect copyright.PENANAuD3VZ506CF
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"130Please respect copyright.PENANA5dHghVF3qT
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:130Please respect copyright.PENANAC0LDU6Ni1q
"If memories repeat, don't resist."130Please respect copyright.PENANAOETqn1eCCN
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."130Please respect copyright.PENANAnrn7dNC1j7
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement130Please respect copyright.PENANASOowJhjpm4
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."130Please respect copyright.PENANAsqJfWbsIGn
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:130Please respect copyright.PENANAl4MeAtbzxe
Who am I?130Please respect copyright.PENANAGgMDw4ewyl
What am I remembering?130Please respect copyright.PENANAhLZNWOScyv
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?130Please respect copyright.PENANAwwMohTAB0w
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.130Please respect copyright.PENANADlZ1OqB3gj
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday130Please respect copyright.PENANAzSiOXpniDV
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.130Please respect copyright.PENANAnXCJRf6w6H
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.130Please respect copyright.PENANASstLwfVi8a
The chip's words echoed:130Please respect copyright.PENANADppkQXuC1X
"You must remember everything."130Please respect copyright.PENANAGyEbWMooId
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.130Please respect copyright.PENANAb7MKnh9WAs
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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