Leo Wu's claws sank into the granite headstone, cracks spiderwebbing across the inscription: Elaine Wu 1972-1998. The 3 AM drizzle soaked the quantum key implant at the base of his skull—37 Bitcoin blocks encrypted with his father's dying wolf blood.
"Finish your crying fast," Victor's hologram flickered atop the tombstone, pixel snow glitching with footage from Iceland's cloning facility. "Pale Hand's hashrate is rewriting your mother's mitochondrial genome. Our rigs only have—"
"Shut it." Leo's fangs pierced his lip. The blood activated retinal projections—the 1998 Federal Reserve vault blueprint overlapping with quantum coordinates of the Wolf Sanctum.
Wolf King's Pupils Alert: Spatial Collapse Imminent (2h17m to Genetic Decryption)
The rain thickened.
Phase One: Bloodstained Balance Sheet
The caretaker of Manhattan's Lower Cemetery had a cybernetic eye flashing pre-collapse CDS quotes. As Leo pried open Section 13's crypt, the old man pressed a shotgun to the Bitcoin miner's vents: "This thing's rattling my granddaddy's dentures in his coffin."
"Want quiet?" Leo snapped the barrel and slapped three 1972 silver eagles onto the damp crypt bricks—Elaine's birth year. "Buy a titanium coffin."
Beneath the crypt, his father's genetic lock hovered in a dodecahedron of light. Leo's retinas bled as the quantum implant translated agony into blockchain commands:
> Verifying Genetic Signature
> Tianyou Wu (Fed Specimen #741) Confirmed
> Warning: Pale Hand Black Swan Protocols Detected
Victor whistled. The hologram unfurled the 1997 Silver Covenant, Clause 14.7 etched in wolf runes: "Prime Short Target: Elaine Wu (X-12 Rejection Strain). Collateral: Quantum Entanglement Rights to Federal Gold Reserves."
"They turned your mom into a put option," Victor's voice trembled. "Every ounce of gold traded erases her DNA."
Leo shredded the light matrix. The dodecahedron collapsed into crimson mist. In the sudden clarity, he saw his father in 1998—slumped in a Fed vault corner, syringe in his carotid, Elaine's corpse bleeding beside him.
"Reverse CRISPR in the syringe, huh?" Leo growled at the ghost. "To hedge the Fed's short position?"
His father's hologram looped the suicide.
Phase Two: Quantum Entanglement
As the Wolf Sanctum's bronze fangs pierced the Fed's titanium vault, Leo fought thirty-seven vampire quants. Their mechanical hearts pulsed with CME copper futures data, nano-silver ribs engraved with derivatives tied to Elaine's genome.
"89% spatial overlap!" Victor screamed through the miner's speakers. "Resonate Bitcoin blocks with the sanctum altar!"
Leo's back hit the quantum convergence point—wolf-blooded stone pillars to his left, central banker portraits to his right. In the time-space fracture, he saw the truth: each gold bar was a segment of Elaine's spine, each wolf rune a Fed balance sheet entry.
The vampires' AR visors sparked. Leo's howl synced with Satoshi's genesis block hash. The cemetery split into a crimson financial fault line:
Short Order Confirmed
Target Asset: Elaine Wu (X-12 Gene Chain)
Leverage: 1000:1
Expiration: 1998-09-15
"This what scares you?" Leo ripped copper futures pipes from the convergence seam, sanctum runes flowing into genetic code. "Let global exchanges taste a circuit breaker!"
Phase Three: Circuit-Breaker Requiem
The miner beneath Elaine's tombstone overheated as Victor hijacked NYSE disaster protocols. When Leo's third howl shattered every AR lens, trading floors worldwide bled.
Violence as Art:
NASDAQ's digital waterfall replaced with Elaine's disintegrating DNA
CME copper curves materialized as vampire-strangling nooses
London vault feeds showed gold bars melting into Elaine's face
Vampires liquefied, their nano-silver hearts flowing into Wall Street's drains. Leo pinned the last quant fund manager, claws against his Silver Covenant insignia:
"Tell me about Iceland's cloning facility. Die clean."
The vampire grinned with CRISPR-rotted teeth: "Check your own genome… You've been the Fed's backup target since '98…"
Leo crushed his windpipe. The cemetery fell silent. Victor's rig exploded, flames revealing floating text:
> Spatial Collapse Complete
> Wolf Sanctum Permanently Embedded in Federal Reserve
In the ashes, Leo retrieved a half-burned Covenant addendum. Beside Elaine's photo, words froze his blood:
Specimen X-13 Cultivation Progress: 98%
Name: Leo Wu
Activation Date: 2008-09-15
A howl echoed—not his own.
Threads & Anchors
Father's Holograms: Flashes of him carving sanctum coordinates into Fed vault beams
Victor's Betrayal: AI scrubbed X-13 data mid-decryption, sent gene backups to unknown addresses
Collateral Damage: Dollars grew wolf fur in vaults; sanctum arrows bore Bernanke's signature
Blood Cartography: Wall Street drains renamed Elaine Wu Genetic River on GPS
Iceland Echo: Each vampire death triggered cloned howls matching Leo's biometrics
Leo stood at the cemetery chasm's edge, X-13 file in his furred grip. His retinas projected:
X-13 Genetic Lock Activation: 7D 23H 59M
Victor's dying voice crackled: "Now you see why the sanctum hides in vaults? We're all entries on the Fed's balance—"
Leo fired the quantum key shard at the moon. It detonated midair, painting Wall Street skyscrapers with blood-red alerts:
SHORT POSITION UNDERWATERMARGIN CALL IMMINENT
His rain-soaked howl shattered Fed vault glass three blocks away. Somewhere beneath Wall Street, an echo older than wolves began to rise—as if the financial district itself were waking.