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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and then Add to home screen.