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  Desperate Escape: A Fight for Survival

  "Beep—Beep—Beep—"

  The alarm blared sharply, red lights flashing across the walls, intertwining in chaotic reflections. The air was thick with tension and impending danger.

  Aaron knelt on one knee, his breath ragged, staring at the final line of data flickering on his smart terminal screen.

  [Funds withdrawal complete… Executing smart contract counterattack plan!]

  He lifted his head, cold sweat trickling down his temple. In the center of the conference room, Wolfram and his associates stood unmoved, their expressions calm, as if everything was still within their control.

  "You really think you can escape?" Wolfram took a slow sip of red wine, his deep-set eyes exuding an icy indifference.

  "There is no such thing as 'decentralization' in the real world."

  Boom—!

  Before his words had fully settled, the conference room doors slammed shut. Dozens of security lasers activated in unison, red beams crisscrossing the space, sealing every exit.

  Aaron’s heartbeat spiked. His muscles tensed instinctively.

  They never intended to let him leave alive!

  His fingers clenched around the smart terminal. If the real world left him no way out, then he would fight back using the power of the blockchain!

  "You think controlling the rules means controlling everything?"

  A smirk tugged at his lips as he punched in the final command—

  "Executing Smart Contract Counterattack Mode—Activate ‘On-Chain Severance Protocol’!"

  In an instant, the conference room lights flickered violently. The overhead smart lighting fluctuated, while every terminal on the conference table flashed with warning alerts—

  [Warning! On-chain financial network compromised—Smart contract lockdown in effect!]

  [Core accounts frozen—Liquidity severed...]

  [Transaction failed! Transaction failed! Transaction failed!]

  Wolfram’s brows furrowed as he tapped his private terminal, scanning the rapidly shifting financial data. Every account tied to their blockchain assets was now frozen.

  Snyder shot up from his seat, his face contorted in disbelief. "What the hell?! Our blockchain assets… are locked?!"

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  Aaron slowly straightened up, brushing the dust off his sleeve, his gaze sharp as a blade.

  "You think the real world controls everything?"

  Step by step, he approached the long conference table, his eyes locking onto Wolfram’s with unwavering intensity.

  "But your wealth no longer belongs to reality."

  "It belongs to the blockchain."

  With a final tap on his terminal, a crimson warning flashed across the screens—

  [Final Lock-in Executed...]

  [The Dark Syndicate’s financial assets will remain frozen for 365 days.]

  One whole year—more than enough time for Aaron to dismantle their empire.

  Wolfram’s pupils contracted, a crack finally appearing in his icy composure.

  Snyder slammed a fist against the table, gritting his teeth. "You bastard! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!"

  Aaron chuckled, taking a slow step back. "Oh, I know exactly what I’ve done."

  "I’ve severed your hands from the blockchain."

  "What a shame..."

  Wolfram’s voice was low and dangerous. He set down his wine glass, his eyes narrowing.

  "You just made a very foolish move."

  BZZZT—!

  A faint hum filled the air. Aaron’s instincts screamed at him. He threw himself backward just as a silver bullet whizzed past, grazing his shoulder before embedding itself into the wall with a deafening crack!

  His pulse surged.

  They weren’t just financiers—they were hunters of the real world.

  Snyder twirled the sleek pistol in his hand, his grin cold and predatory. "The blockchain is an illusion. But reality? We write the rules here."

  Bang—!

  A second bullet tore through the air!

  Aaron lunged sideways, rolling across the floor. His palm slammed against the ground as he flipped himself up, adrenaline surging through his veins.

  “Shit…”

  He needed a way out. Now.

  His eyes darted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond them, the city stretched endlessly, neon lights flickering, traffic weaving through the streets like veins of a living organism.

  The only way out... was through the window.

  Aaron didn’t hesitate. He sprinted across the room, launching himself toward the massive glass panel.

  Snyder scoffed. "Is he insane? That’s the 49th floor!"

  But before they could react—

  CRASH—!

  Glass shattered, shards scattering like falling stars. The roaring wind howled as Aaron hurled himself into the abyss.

  The air pressure crushed against his chest. His ears filled with the deafening rush of the wind as he plummeted.

  His mind remained calm.

  "If the real world wants to kill me... then I'll survive using blockchain rules."

  His hand flicked open the terminal, fingers racing across the interface.

  [On-Chain Emergency Insurance Protocol: Activated]

  [Deploying ‘Autonomous Drone Extraction’...]

  A sudden mechanical whirr cut through the night.

  From the depths of the skyline, a stealth drone shot forward, locking onto Aaron’s trajectory with surgical precision.

  BZZT—!

  Aaron’s fingers latched onto the drone’s edge as it swooped beneath him, catching his fall. He exhaled sharply, gripping the sleek frame, his gaze still locked onto the glowing financial tower in the distance.

  This battle with capital was far from over.

  They wouldn’t let him go so easily.

  Aaron wiped the blood from his lips, determination burning in his eyes.

  "If they want to control the blockchain... then let them prepare for a true decentralized war."

  Beneath the starry sky, the drone surged forward, carrying Aaron into the neon-lit horizon.

  Next Chapter: Aaron’s Counterattack—The War Between Blockchain and Reality Escalates!