Fugitive in the Night: The Ruthless Hunt of Reality
The night wind cut like a blade, tearing through the sky.
Aaron clung tightly to the speeding drone, his body swaying violently with the air currents. The icy wind sliced across his cheek, carrying away tiny beads of blood.
He glanced down at the city below—neon lights flashing, traffic weaving endlessly. The world seemed to be running as usual. But he knew the truth. His name was already etched onto the Dark Alliance’s kill list.
They would never allow him to escape with the frozen assets. They would never allow his On-Chain Severance Protocol to last for a full year.
They would stop at nothing to kill him—
To erase his smart contract.
"I need a countermeasure…"
His fingers swiped rapidly across his terminal, searching for a safe landing spot.
[Warning: On-Chain Beacon Signal Anomaly Detected…]
[Identity Tracking Alert: Dark Alliance Has Deployed Real-World Tracking Nodes!]
Aaron’s pupils shrank. His heart pounded like a war drum.
"They're tracking me in the real world?!"
Suddenly—
A shrill buzzing noise filled the air.
Four black pursuit drones emerged from the darkness, their metallic wings glinting coldly under the moonlight. Gun barrels locked onto him. Targeting signals synchronized.
"Shit!"
Aaron swung his leg, kicking off the drone’s wing for momentum. He flipped through the air, body twisting mid-fall—his arm shot out, hooking onto another landing strut just as—
BANG!
Bullets ripped through the air, scorching hot trajectories piercing the spot where he’d been hanging just moments ago. Sparks exploded.
A fraction of a second slower, and his head would’ve been blown apart.
His heart hammered against his ribs. Fingers tightened around the cold metal frame. His eyes sharpened like a blade.
If he didn’t fight back—he was dead.
Aaron forced himself to stay calm, taking a deep breath. His fingers flew across the terminal, typing in rapid succession.
"Execute On-Chain Dynamic Deception Protocol—Switch Identity Data!"
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[Data Masking in Progress…]
[Signal Interference Complete!]
The black drones' scanning interfaces instantly filled with static—
His lock-on signal vanished.
"What?!"
Miles away, inside a hidden surveillance facility—
Snyder slammed his fist on the desk, his face as dark as a brewing storm.
"He disrupted the real-world tracking?!"
Technicians frantically adjusted their terminals, sweat dripping down their temples.
"He's using a dynamic blockchain identity protocol… We can't lock onto him!"
Wolfman sat in a high-backed chair, his icy gaze fixed forward. Fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk. His voice was slow, chilling—
"We can't track his device. But he still has to land somewhere."
His lips curled into a sinister smirk.
"He will inevitably re-enter the real world. And we own the financial system. We control everything."
His voice dropped to a whisper—
"Issue the order. Every global bank, exchange, regulatory body—every institution connected to real-world finance…
Freeze all of his assets."
"Let him experience what it means to play the death game of capital."
Aaron finally managed to shake off the pursuit drones, landing on an abandoned rooftop. His chest heaved. His forehead dripped with sweat.
He glanced at his terminal—only for his blood to run cold.
[Warning: All real-world bank accounts have been frozen!]
[Warning: All exchange assets have been locked!]
[Warning: Blacklisted by all offline financial institutions!]
His fingers trembled slightly. His fists clenched.
They were using the entire capital system to erase him.
"They want to turn me into a ghost who can’t survive in the real world…"
His breath quickened. The sheer cruelty of real-world financial warfare sent a chill down his spine.
He searched his pockets—only a few stray bills left. Barely enough to last a couple of days.
Far off in the distance, the city lights burned bright. In those towering skyscrapers, men wrote the rules with their wealth—
And he…
He was now a man who couldn’t even buy a bottle of water.
For the first time, he truly felt the weight of financial isolation.
His heart pounded. His mind raced.
He couldn't fall here. He couldn't lose.
He had already reached the peak of the blockchain world. He had built the legend of smart contracts.
He would not be crushed by real-world capital.
"If they want to shut me out of the financial system—"
"Then I’ll make the entire financial system collapse."
Aaron exhaled sharply. His mind worked at lightning speed.
The real-world financial system had shut him out.
But the on-chain world was still open.
He thought of DeFi.
Of the dark markets.
Of the decentralized traders who thrived on smart contract transactions.
"If real-world banks won’t recognize me—"
"Then I’ll bypass the banks."
His fingers danced across the virtual keyboard, inputting a single command—
"Execute Black Market Smart Contract Integration—Activate Private Trading Channels."
[Decentralized Black Market Protocol Activated…]
[Anonymous Contracts Matching…]
[Connection Established—Underground Smart Contract Market Now Open!]
Lines of cryptic trade orders scrolled across his screen.
Forged identities.
Safehouses.
Weapons.
Even bidders offering sky-high prices for certain pieces of his smart contract code.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across Aaron’s lips. His eyes darkened.
"The war of capital is only just beginning."
"Dark Alliance, you may control the real-world financial system—"
"But I will make you pay tenfold on the blockchain."
Beneath the night sky, his gaze was that of a wolf, lying in wait—
Patient. Calculating. Ready to strike.
Next Chapter: How will Aaron rise again in the underground DeFi markets? How will the war between blockchain and reality escalate?