2025-11-16 21:08:05The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick with reflection. Neon lights shimmered on wet asphalt, stretching like veins through the sleeping city.
Tom Burro crouched atop a rusted shipping container, eyes glowing faint blue, threads pulsing around him like an invisible web of energy.
Snowly sat silently at his side, ears twitching with every distant sound. “Okay,”
Tom muttered, hands shaking slightly. “Tier II Thread enhanced perception. System stability. I feel stronger, but it’s like my mind is on fire.”
Snowly’s tail twitched. “That’s the evolution kicking in. You’re seeing more than the world ,"
you’re seeing probability itself. Threads, outcomes, potential futures. But don’t get cocky. Gabby is already inside the System. "He knows how you think, how you move.”
Tom ran a hand through his damp hair. “Great. So he’s stalking me, and I’m basically blind without Snowly guiding me.”
“Not blind,” the dog corrected.
“Just inexperienced. And being inexperienced is dangerous in a system like this.”
A flicker of movement caught Tom’s eye. Threads pulsed red to the east, jagged and angry. Gabby’s presence. “He’s close,”
Tom whispered. “How do I face him without losing my mind?”
Snowly’s eyes glinted. “You don’t. Not yet".
The System is testing you. "Each Tier II Thread you acquire teaches you control , how to redirect probability, stabilize your own energy. But there’s a cost.”
Tom narrowed his gray eye. “Cost?”
“Every thread anchors you to the System,” Snowly said softly.
“Too many threads too quickly, and it can consume you. It already touches you,look.”
Tom raised his sleeve. Faint sigils shimmered along his wrist, pulsing in rhythm with the Nexus. Each pulse was a warning, a heartbeat of energy tied to his own willpower. “Anchor points,”
Tom muttered. “So I need threads to stabilize myself?”
“Yes,” Snowly said.
“And you need someone willing to tie themselves to you. A Soul Anchor. Otherwise your next evolution could fracture your mind. Or worse",
Tom swallowed. “Worse?”
Snowly didn’t answer. His gaze drifted toward a corner of the shipping yard. Threads flickered there, chaotic and raw. “That’s your next opportunity.”
Tom’s eye caught it immediately , a man stumbling, tripping over crates, shadowed by two figures. Red threads screamed around them, thick and aggressive. “Looks like trouble,”
Tom muttered. Snowly’s growl was low. “Trouble, yes. Opportunity, even more. Decide quickly.”
Tom stepped forward. Threads rippled around him, glowing faintly in response to his heartbeat. He focused on the man , a delivery worker trapped by the thugs,
and saw every potential outcome: capture, injury, death. “Tier II Thread activation possible. Probability optimization required.”
Tom’s gray eye pulsed brighter. The System whispered: “Choose your intervention path: Direct, Indirect, Risk Self.”
Tom gritted his teeth. “Direct. I can’t wait.”
The thugs lunged simultaneously. Time slowed. Tom saw threads split, opportunities branching infinitely , each strike, dodge, and move calculated with precision. “Snowly”
Tom murmured. “Now!”
The dog leapt, teeth bared, intercepting one thug midair. Tom spun, grabbing a pipe, striking the second. Threads responded, blue light arcing from his eye,
striking like energy tendrils, ensnaring the attacker as he ran away. Tom followed instinctively, weaving through crates.
Sparks erupted as the System solidified the Thread. “Spirit Thread acquired: Tier II Probability Perception Enhanced. System Stability +2.”
Tom staggered, chest heaving. “I did it.”
Snowly barked sharply. “Not yet. Look up.”
Tom’s eye tracked the sky. Threads pulsed violently above, and a new figure emerged , Gabby, Crimson threads coiling around him like serpents,
his eyes glowing with corruption and hunger. Gabby’s voice cut through the night: “Well, well awakening the Thread so soon. Impressive, little brother.”
Tom’s pulse spiked. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“Because destiny isn’t passive,” Gabby said, stepping closer.
Shadows followed him twisting, black threads flickering around each phantom figure. “And because your System interferes with mine.”
Tom’s eye flared. The street slowed. Probability lines shifted in his vision, highlighting escape routes, weak points, even moments when Gabby might hesitate.
Snowly growls. “He’s baiting you again. Don’t engage fully. Observe, evolve, survive.”
Tom clenched his fists. “Observe, evolve, survive. Got it.”
Gabby laughed softly. “I can see it in your eye , hesitation, fear."
Every thread you’ve claimed is feeding me knowledge. You’re not ready for me, but you will be. "Eventually.”
A crimson thread shot toward Tom , aggressive, pulsing, seeking connection. The System flared warnings: "Corruption Influence Detected."
“Stay calm,” Snowly barked.
“Redirect. Use probability.”
Tom focused. The blue light from his eye expanded, weaving around Gabby’s thread, snapping it like a taut wire. Sparks of energy rained between them. Gabby stumbled back, surprised.
“Interesting,” Gabby murmured.
“You’re learning faster than I expected. But learning alone won’t save you.”
Tom exhaled, the adrenaline surging. “Then I’ll keep learning until I can fight you on my own terms.”
Snowly padded beside him. “Good. But your next evolution will require a Soul Anchor. Someone you trust completely.”
Tom’s chest tightened. “Soul Anchor someone alive, willing, and strong enough to stabilize the System”
“Opportunity Detected: Potential Anchor nearby. Location: East Tier II.”
Tom’s eye flared brighter. “Then let’s find them.”
Gabby’s laugh echoed as he retreated into the shadows. “Run, little brother. Collect your threads. I’ll be waiting when you’re ready.”
Tom watched him disappear. Threads pulsed violently, some fading, some flickering, each a reminder that the confrontation had only just begun.
Snowly nudged him. “No time to dwell. Your next Thread waits. And Gabby won’t give you a second chance if you hesitate again.”
Tom exhaled. “Then let’s go. Whatever it takes, I’m not running anymore.”
The alley stretched before them, alive with potential, danger, and the pulsing promise of the Spirit Thread. Every step forward was a choice, every heartbeat a risk ,
and somewhere, beyond the neon-lit city, Gabby was already planning his next move. Lightning flashed. Tom’s eye glowed white-blue,
threads wrapping around him like armor. “Tier II Evolution Progress: 25%. Soul Anchor Required for Next Stage.”
Tom swallowed. “Anchor or death no other option.”
Snowly growls low. “Exactly. And the clock is ticking.”
The city exhaled around them, unaware that two brothers, connected by blood and system, were already rewriting destiny.
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