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Halrion didn't have a map.
Cartographers had tried, once. Dozens of them. But every drawn route reconfigured the moment ink met parchment. Paths reformed. Stairwells reversed. Roads looped into themselves, laughing in spiral patterns.
So locals used memory.
Tourists used luck.
Takumi used grids of certainty—in his mind, if not on paper.
And today, he was going into the place no one dared name:
> The Unmapped District.
It sat in the southeastern edge of Halrion, past where the city's rotating zones fractured entirely, and even the Spiral Church posted no guards.
Lisette tried to stop him.
"You shouldn't go in alone," she said. "Nothing comes back from there. Not even memories."
"I'm not looking to return," Takumi answered calmly. "I'm looking to understand."
She stared at him a long moment.
Then: "If you don't come back, I'll drag you out myself. Even if I have to walk backward through time to do it."
He nodded.
And walked into the rift.
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The Unmapped District didn't start with a wall.
It started with forgetting.
The moment Takumi crossed the stone arch, his thoughts blurred. The names of streets he'd memorized dissolved. He turned back and saw only fog.
He was nowhere.
And everything here was wrong.
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> [Unstable Logic Zone: 93% Fluidity]
Warning: Self-concept may deteriorate.
Rule-Breaker: Semi-passive adaptation engaged.
Fractal Echo: 44% → 52%
Instability Blooming: Active
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The world buckled with each step.
Gravity spun sideways.
Buildings flickered in and out of visibility.
Footsteps echoed before he made them.
And then—
He saw her.
Standing at the center of a spiraling square that twisted outward like an unfurling book of stone.
Lisette.
Only not.
Her eyes were crimson.
Her hair—shorter, sharper, streaked with fractured black lines like lightning bolts frozen in place.
She turned to him with a voice half-hers, half-wrong:
> "You left me behind."
Takumi blinked.
"...You're not her."
The other-Lisette smiled.
"No. I'm who she would've become if you'd chosen Structure Ascension instead of Fractured Mastery."
She walked toward him.
"I was once your shield. Now I am the shadow of your certainty."
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> [Anomaly Encountered: Echo of Potential Companion]
Designation: "Lisette Null-Branch"
Timeline: Aborted.
Emotions: Detached.
Intent: Unknown.
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She drew a curved blade made of broken glyphs and drew a slow circle in the air.
"I don't blame you," she said softly. "But the Spiral wants balance. And you... are breaking it."
Takumi narrowed his eyes.
"I am the balance."
"No," she whispered. "You are a variable that refuses to solve."
She struck.
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She moved like a memory unraveling.
Her blade split the ground where he stood—slicing not just stone, but logic. His left foot dropped an inch, the tile beneath reinterpreting its own position.
Takumi activated Mind Lock.
The glyphs around her froze—but only for a moment.
She twisted reality like a ribbon, sidestepping her own paused timeline.
He hissed.
> Fractal Echo: 52% → 61%
Cognitive Drift Approaching
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Then he made a choice.
He closed his eyes.
And broke the rule of perception again.
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> [Rule-Breaker Activated]
Rule Ignored: "You must see to understand."
Duration: 5 seconds
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The world flattened.
Shapes stopped shifting.
Lisette Null-Branch's presence became defined—no longer fractal, no longer potential. Just a person.
Takumi struck once.
Palm forward.
No hesitation.
No geometry.
Just will.
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The impact shattered her blade.
And with it, her form cracked—fractures racing across her skin like lightning across glass.
She staggered.
Smiled.
And whispered: "Good."
Then vanished—her body folding in on itself like a dream rejected.
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> [Echo Resisted: Temporal Phantom Neutralized]
New Title Gained: "Refuser of Branches"
You are now immune to false versions of paths not chosen.
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Takumi fell to one knee.
The ground shimmered.
Then stabilized.
> Fractal Echo: 61% → 57%
Mental Load: Stable
Instability Blooming: Resonance Achieved.
Passive Gained: Dimensional Tolerance
You may now remain conscious in logic gaps for 12 seconds.
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He stood.
Alone.
But the fog began to lift.
And far in the center of the Unmapped District, a structure emerged.
A sphere of mirrored glass, pulsing softly.
Inside, something waited.
A fragment of the fifth branch's source.
He walked toward it.
Eyes calm.
Steps precise.
And behind him, the Unmapped District… began to remember.
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🔹 End of Chapter 13