Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYmN3NN2FFo
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."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGh1IawQudW
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."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ynKVTJdcN
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFPyqBBBpW
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOqDwf2t6Qv
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE8f3SA1FZw
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1H02HXY6NF
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8H2XBJgQ1U
—5185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIK1oSmnRIB
—4185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYj1NzXtPf6
—3…185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdoEiVieZ6N
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbPKanKoro
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWocPDeLFl8
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ749bTLyotB
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OnK8td2Oe
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpzAdkMB7Ut
Fragments of Truth185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZJwXxuso4A
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS8h7nsqBxO
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBqNeLJIO4
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mneWLm0qL
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeIPnEidhuT
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPewcVfPkX
Awakening185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGdDeDAofcp
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVzDuMqOAS2
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdEKd2QxvGX
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdYUlkmPSPZ
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwMotnCyyY
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwAGazovN6w
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbDcc6q177C
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VhJdkqI73
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwe3P1x5vv
This wasn't a dream.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnpMx8s2Bh7
Physical Anomalies185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5tE0642hNc
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTuQ4MVDqg
Residual Phenomena185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF6BbEcEyNx
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsxWVoSoPbj
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKa5qEN51oY
Residual Signal in the Cross185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQWCYE7FjkD
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgYnFOS7bY
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ68kTMJFqrN
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNBioUxHtu
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoR9zzYo79J
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ5yzq1acBo
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEEFKyK1WIs
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjc0hcFPz3J
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaXUMh3eaBm
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPEIMNrolw
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLAQDpSxFPM
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFDXEPdewxz
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.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOhKJgSqqr
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡooaWgWMliE
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡedGPuPoFkM
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7W44mhjYW
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx8Yg32fcnW
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgDD8zmH382
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs30Ei0Dq8g
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJYk37SntGy
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUN01rLE2y
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxuqWXcxxW
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFsVvRDS1nF
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:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAK0dB7eC6A
"If memories repeat, don't resist."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6yQkuqWNM
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUD7bVRNGDn
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjAlM0HCcS
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLHnQBkERZz
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2xYUJ0vZx
Who am I?185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKHMdrzorY
What am I remembering?185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAf7LSREBmp
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0DwDBhRbg
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZxYrNMn4U
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXjRHKovgNh
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXGFr47wkZ
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyjMGtbw0NJ
The chip's words echoed:185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNNp2o1ROe
"You must remember everything."185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5QctOKpSp
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.185Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIDxCVQzfvD
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.