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  Beep—

  Aaron’s terminal suddenly flashed with a new on-chain warning.

  [Warning! Dark Alliance has activated the ‘Ultimate Contract.’]

  [Anomaly detected: Arbitrage addresses locked!]

  [High-risk tracking protocol triggered—anonymous wallet at risk of being traced!]

  His heart clenched, eyes sharpening as his fingers darted across the terminal, pulling up the latest transaction records.

  The next second, cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

  The Dark Alliance wasn’t just trying to crack his Shadow Contract—they had launched an “On-Chain Hunting Protocol”!

  It was an extreme measure—once deployed, vast amounts of the blockchain network’s computing power would be redirected to unravel his transaction path, attempting to trace it back to his real-world identity.

  They were pushing him to the absolute brink!

  “Bastards…!” Aaron’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

  He had successfully frozen part of the Dark Alliance’s liquidity pools and disrupted their financial ecosystem. But now, the capital behemoths were throwing everything they had into a lethal counterattack!

  His mind raced, frantically analyzing his next move.

  “They want to find me… but it won’t be that easy!”

  He swiftly accessed the backend of his Shadow Contract, modifying the code to evade the Dark Alliance’s pursuit.

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  [Executing On-Chain Disguise Protocol…]

  [Data scrambling in progress…]

  [Failure! Hunting Protocol security level too high!]

  “Damn it!”

  Aaron gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple.

  The Dark Alliance had locked onto his on-chain activity. Worse, they were leveraging the entire financial system, pressuring centralized exchanges to hand over his identity.

  With a sharp inhale, he continued typing at breakneck speed.

  “Execute: On-Chain Identity Transfer!”

  [Success! Virtual identity switched.]

  [Transaction path randomized.]

  Aaron exhaled slowly, his pulse still hammering.

  For now, he was safe.

  But he knew the Dark Alliance wouldn’t stop.

  They had torn off their mask—now, they would use the most ruthless methods to corner him.

  Meanwhile, inside the Dark Alliance’s headquarters.

  Snyder stared at the screen, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.

  “He really thinks he’s safe on the blockchain?”

  Wolfman, seated at the head of the table, slowly set down his wine glass, his gaze sharp as a blade.

  “Initiate the Real-World Kill Order.”

  Snyder licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. “Understood.”

  In the next instant, the Dark Alliance sent a worldwide bounty alert to underground networks, bounty hunters, and mercenary organizations:

  “Find Aaron. Dead or alive. Reward: $100 million.”

  Black-market syndicates, assassin guilds, and even certain government factions were instantly set ablaze by the announcement.

  Aaron was now a globally hunted “ghost.”

  Under the night sky, Aaron moved through the shadows of the city, his head low under a dark hood, his fingers constantly checking his terminal for any identity leaks.

  But the feeling of unease never left him.

  His instincts screamed at him—the Dark Alliance would never give up so easily.

  Suddenly, at the end of the street, a black SUV screeched to a halt. The doors swung open, and two men in black trench coats stepped out, their eyes cold and locked onto him.

  Aaron’s heartbeat spiked. He turned and walked away, fast.

  But then—

  A low voice echoed from behind him.

  “Aaron. Don’t run.”

  They found him.

  The real-world hunt had begun.

  Next Chapter: Can Aaron escape the relentless pursuit? Will the Dark Alliance’s bounty claim his life? And does the blockchain war still have a chance to turn in his favor?