**Chapter 8: Threads of Connection and T R I awakenings**
The quiet crackle of the fire filled the air as night settled over the camp. The stars above sparkled like cold diamonds, the gentle hum of the sky embracing them in its vastness. Yet despite the peace around them, the trio of Zara Voss, Alex Carter, and Throne Ironhand lay awake, each absorbed by their own thoughts in their world and feelings of mystery and strange connections filling the spaces between them.
This was the second time they had met—strangers, yet not strangers. Each knew the other’s past, knew the battles they had fought, but there was something new in the air. Something beyond their understanding. And as they lay in their bedrolls, the weight of their past, and of the mysterious tattoos, seemed to pull at them from within. It was a pull that none of them could resist.
Throne Ironhand, though exhausted from the day’s travels with his master, was too restless to sleep. His hands worked with practiced precision, repairing a sword that had seen better days. The blade was cracked, its edge dulled from many battles, but the familiar rhythm of his blacksmithing was soothing. Even as his body yearned for rest, his mind couldn't let go of the mystery that had plagued him ever since the strange symbols appeared on his skin.
The rhythmic sound of metal meeting metal filled the night air as Throne focused on the task. Each strike brought him a sense of calm, but there was something else—an energy, a hum—that seemed to resonate deeper within him. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew it was there.
Zara lay with her eyes half-closed, but sleep would not come. Her mind buzzed with a strange feeling, like an invisible thread pulling at her from the inside. The tattoos on her skin had begun to glow more brightly each day, and though she tried to ignore it, the connection between them, the bond she now shared with Alex and Throne, felt stronger than ever. She had fought many battles, and she had known many companions, but this—this felt different.
A soft whisper reached her ears.
"Zara."
Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice. Alex. Her mind raced as she turned to look at him, and their eyes met for the briefest moment. But what struck her was not just the recognition of his face, but the weight of the connection they now shared. It wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper, something more intimate, as though their minds were suddenly linked in a way they couldn’t understand.
“Alex?” Zara whispered, though she barely needed to speak. She could feel him, even before he spoke again.
A soft chuckle came from the darkness. “It’s strange. I know it’s you, but your voice—there’s something different about it.”
Zara blinked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Different?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
Before Alex could answer, another voice joined the conversation.
“Zara... Alex…” Throne’s voice was low, almost reverent. “I hear you both... your voices... like they’re in my head. This... this is impossible.”
Zara’s heart raced, but she didn’t know why. It was like a thread pulling her, connecting her with the two of them, even though they were from different worlds. It was impossible, and yet, here they were. It was as if the night had begun to draw them closer together, and they were no longer just individuals. They were becoming... something else.
“What is this?” Alex asked again, the words more frantic now. “I... I can hear you both in my head. It’s like I’m... connected to you.”
Throne’s voice was thick with confusion. “This is insane. I never felt anything like this before. What is happening?”
Zara’s mind raced. She had always known that there was something special about their connection, something that went beyond mere circumstance. But now, as their voices intertwined, the feeling of their shared bond grew stronger. The strange tattoos they had each carried—markings that had once seemed like random symbols—began to make sense.
“Are you... seeing it?” Zara asked, her breath catching in her throat.
“I’m seeing something,” Alex replied, a hint of awe in his voice. “It’s like... a screen. Right in front of me. What is this?”
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A glowing interface appeared before each of them, suspended in mid-air, as if drawn from thin air itself. The **TRI UI** interface.
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**TRI UI Interface – Zara Voss**
**Name:** Zara Voss
**Age:** 29
**Class:** Assassin
**Physical Stats:**
- **Strength:** 87
- **Agility:** 91
- **Dexterity:** 82
- **Vitality:** 95
**Synchronization:** 9.1%
**Skills:**
- **Shadow Strike (C):** Mastery of stealth and surprise attacks.
- **Assassin’s Reflexes (B):** Increased agility and perception in combat.
- **Chain of Oath (F):** Create a bond with an object or person, strengthening their connection.
- **Inventory (B):** Personal pocket dimension for storing items.
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“I knew it,” Zara murmured, her hand hovering over the interface. “This is... this is what I saw before.”
“I can’t believe it,” Alex said. “It’s like a blueprint... of myself.”
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**TRI UI Interface – Alex Carter**
**Name:** Alex Carter
**Age:** 30
**Class:** Soldier , SalaryMan
**Physical Stats:**
- **Strength:** 90
- **Agility:** 85
- **Dexterity:** 88
- **Vitality:** 92
**Synchronization:** 9.1%
**Skills:**
- **Body Strengthening (E)🔻.** Enhances physical strength and endurance.
- **Shelter Series: Base (F):** Increases physical durability and resilience.
- **Inventory (B):** Personal pocket dimension for storing items.
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The glowing TRI UI interface flickered before Alex’s eyes, its light reflecting in his wide, disbelieving gaze. He blinked, unsure if what he was seeing was real. For someone who had spent his entire life as a nobody in his world, without power, without strength, this moment felt like stepping into a dream.
“Body Strengthening,” Alex whispered, his voice trembling as his eyes scanned the screen. The words seemed to pulse with life, like they carried a weight far beyond what he could comprehend. His gaze moved lower, tracing the glowing list of stats.
His hands began to shake, and before he could stop it, his vision blurred. Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks, carving silent trails over his skin. For a moment, he didn’t care if Zara or Throne heard him. He had spent his entire life in his world as a nobody. A powerless, ordinary man who could barely stand up for himself, let alone protect anyone else. Now… now he wasn’t just someone. He had skills. He had power.
“I—” His voice cracked, thick with emotion. “I… I’m awake. I… I actually have something now.” The disbelief was raw in his tone, a mixture of awe and sorrow. His entire life had been marked by helplessness, a never-ending struggle to be more than he was. And now, all of that had changed.
Zara’s voice came softly, laced with empathy. “Alex… are you okay?”
“No,” he admitted, laughing weakly through his tears. “I don’t know. I just… I never thought this would happen. Not to me. I’ve spent my whole life just… watching people like you, people with power, with purpose. I was nothing. And now…” He trailed off, looking again at the glowing text on his interface.
Throne, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke, his voice carrying a calm steadiness. “You earned this, Alex. Maybe you don’t know it yet, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t belong.”
Alex shook his head, still overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I deserve this. I’ve always been the one left behind. The one who couldn’t keep up.”
“Not anymore,” Zara said firmly. “You’ve awakened. You’re part of this, Alex. Whatever this is, we’re in it together.”
The synchronization percentage flickered on the screen again, as if to echo her words. 9.1%.
For a long moment, Alex said nothing, his tears falling silently as he stared at the glowing interface. The skills listed beneath his name felt like they belonged to someone else, someone stronger, someone better. But they were his. He was no longer the powerless man he had been before. He was awake. And it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
Finally, he wiped his face with the back of his hand and exhaled shakily. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Both of you. I don’t know what’s happening, but… I’m glad I’m not alone in this.
“You never were,” Throne said simply.
Throne’s voice broke the silence as he observed his own **TRI UI**.
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**TRI UI Interface – Throne Ironhand**
**Name:** Throne Ironhand
**Age:** 35
**Class:** Blacksmith, Warrior
**Physical Stats:**
- **Strength:** 95
- **Agility:** 80
- **Dexterity:** 90
- **Vitality:** 98
**Synchronization:** 9.1%
**Skills:**
- **Blacksmithing (B):** Mastery of metallurgy, crafting, and weapon repair.
- **War Hammer (C):** Proficiency with war hammer weapons.
- **Alchemy (F):** Crafting and enchanting items using various substances.
- **Inventory (B):** Personal pocket dimension for storing items.
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“This is...” Throne’s words trailed off, unable to fully express the astonishment in his voice. “Alchemy? Blacksmithing? These aren’t just skills. They’re... they're like magic.”
“What... what is this?” Alex asked, his voice shaking with a mixture of wonder and fear.
“I think...” Zara began slowly, “I think this is what we’re meant to be. The synchronization. These tattoos—they’re more than just markings. They’re unlocking something inside us.”
Zara stared at her screen, trying to process the information in front of her. It was overwhelming. She had never considered herself a skilled fighter beyond her ability to move undetected, but these statistics, these abilities—they made her feel like something more.
Her eyes moved down to the skill Chain of Oath, and her heart skipped a beat. It was something new, something she didn’t understand yet. She focused on it, feeling the weight of the ability in her mind.
“I think… I think these are our abilities,” Zara said slowly, her voice tinged with awe. “The tattoos—they’re like… keys. Unlocking something inside us.”
Alex was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion. “This… this is incredible. I’ve been training all my life, but this—this is different. These skills… they’re mine. They’re really mine.”
Throne grunted, sounding equal parts amazed and frustrated. “But what is it? Why now? And why are we seeing these? We’re not in the same world. How is this even possible?”
Zara glanced over at Throne, her voice soft but firm. “I don’t know, but I think it has something to do with us. The synchronization between us. It’s like we’re not just three people from different places. We’re... connected.”
A pause hung in the air before Alex spoke again, his tone full of wonder. “I can feel it. I don’t know how, but I do. It’s like… we’re all in this together. More than just a team.”
Throne’s voice was filled with quiet intensity. “We are. We’ve been connected in a way that goes beyond this world. I can’t explain it. But I can feel it too.”
Zara, her hand still resting on the tattoo, nodded slowly. “Whatever this is, we’re going to have to figure it out. Together.”
As they all sat in the silence of the night, the weight of their shared bond settled in. It was strange, and it was terrifying, but it was also something more. It was their strength, their unity, and their future.
The fire crackled and popped in the distance, but the three of them were no longer just strangers from different worlds. They were connected—by the tattoos, by their skills, by the TRI UI, and by something much deeper than they could yet comprehend.
And no matter where their journey took them next, they would face it together.
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