(Part 1 – "Burn the Old Name")
Time: 9:00 PM – New York City
Location: Queens, Apartment 417, Off-Grid Trading Bunker
Leon sat in the dark.
Only the humming of server fans and the blinking of encrypted wallets filled the room. His identity—Leon Li—was now useless. Blacklisted. Flagged. Frozen.
But AshenWolf… that name hadn't yet made enemies.
And it was about to make money.
He stared at the screen:
"Objective: Establish Non-Traced Capital Shell.
Status: Not Initialized."
He began typing. Not code—structure.
Step 1: Cold wallets.
Step 2: Swap protocol via TornadoChain v3.
Step 3: Liquidity pools masking origin.
Step 4: Launching "Ghost Fund" — an offshore private liquidity vault
He wasn't just hiding from Wall Street anymore.
He was founding his own fund—unregistered, untraceable, and invisible.
Time: 9:27 PM
On a secured server node in Iceland, an anonymous figure logged in.
ID: RavenLoop
A female avatar appeared on screen.
AshenWolf: "I need a shield and a blade."
RavenLoop: "You're the guy who nuked BOJ's vault with three trades?"
AshenWolf: "And I'm the guy who got blacklisted across Tier-1 firms in under 12 hours."
RavenLoop: "That's… sexy."
AshenWolf: "I need full protocol obfuscation. An AI market mirage."
RavenLoop: "Give me 72 hours and 2 BTC. I'll build you a ghost fund that trades like smoke and breathes like code."
Leon wired the BTC instantly.
AshenWolf's empire was now a partnership.
Meanwhile – London, Blackrock Parliament – Underground Chamber E13
"Ghost Fund?" said a man with a face like a hawk.
"Yes," replied another, pulling up the screen. "Untraceable, off-grid, volume-spiking liquidity flows. Deep Ethereum obfuscation. Owner profile scrubbed."
"Name?"
A pause.
"AshenWolf."
The hawk-eyed man smiled.
"So the wolf survived."
Back to Leon – 11:15 PM
Leon opened his second machin
Target: Ethereum-based NFT platform NovaSwap.
He wasn't buying art. He was buying router priority tokens—backdoors in trading speed priority, sold illegally to elite DeFi players.
He dropped $100,000 on a shadow batch of tokens.
Two minutes later, he executed a flash arbitrage loop:
Borrow $5M stablecoins
Route through 3 swaps at mismatched oracles
Exit in USD-pegged synths
Pay gas fees + 3% tip to the backdoo
Net profit: $1.13 million in 43 seconds.
"Ghost Fund Balance: $1.13M"
His empire had its seed.
12:30 AM – Icelandic Server Farm, MirrorNode-7
She called herself RavenLoop. Her real name? Evelyn. Former Citadel AI architect, fired for refusing to hand over her source code to compliance. Since then, she'd vanished underground. Now, she was Leon's first partner. The monitor lit up with deep blue code.
"Welcome to: Mirror Quant Alpha v0.1"
Status: Self-learning initialized. Latency: 14ms. Spread triangulation: Active.
Over 126 DEXs and 12 centralized liquidity tunnels now fed data into a neural network built for one purpose: to outsmart every trading algorithm on Earth. Ghost Fund had a brain—and Leon wasn't the one doing the thinking anymore.
1:00 AM – ShadowTrade Network
At 1:02 AM, Wraith, the first Ghost AI, made its debut. A nine-hop arbitrage loop across German synthetic bonds, SEA stablecoins, and a USDT/ETH liquidity slip-node.
Time: 3.14 seconds. Profit: $47,833. Trace: Zero.
Evelyn messaged: "It's alive."
Leon replied: "It's trading. Without me."
Meanwhile – Singapore, Zero-Gate Tower
Ethan Crane stood in a darkened room surrounded by real-time liquidity heat maps. A blinking ID caught his eye. "AshenWolf – multiple burst trades detected. Risk Signature: HIGH."
He smirked. "So the Ghost's still breathing."
"Deploy a sleeper bot," he ordered. "Subtle code injection into any platform he touches. I want a heartbeat trace."
Ethan Crane, founder of Zero-Gate Fund. Known in the industry as the Quiet Shark.
Back in NYC – 2:14 AM
"Ghost Fund's modular AI core is now stable," Evelyn said through the headset. "I can run eight AI personalities. The current bot outperforms 91% of crypto hedge funds in backtests."
Leon didn't flinch. "Give it a name."
She grinned. "Wraith."
"Approved."
Wraith was now the first digital predator under his command.
4:00 AM – Dark Liquidity Rankings Update
For the first time ever, a new ID appeared on the anonymous crypto hedge list:
AshenWolf Fund – Rank: #93 | Return: +312.6% in 48h | Visibility: Stealth Mode
Forums exploded. "Who is this guy?" "New quant? AI-backed?" "Did he game the oracle system?"
Leon didn't comment. He watched. Waited. Planned.
Final Segment – Global Monitoring Alert
[Institutional Alert – Blackrock AI Surveillance]
"Emergent quant fund detected. Outperforming market integrity model. ID: AshenWolf. Trace: inconclusive."
Leon leaned into the screen, eyes reflecting pulsing charts
"Now let them come," he whispered.
02:46 AM – Ghost Fund Control Room, NYC
Leon stared at the anomaly. Wraith's latency had increased by 0.2ms. Minor—unless you were operating in the deep arbitrage trenches, where 0.2ms meant you lost the deal. Evelyn's voice came through instantly, "We've been injected. Code signature unknown, polymorphic worm targeting trade execution layer." Leon narrowed his eyes. "Zero-Gate?" "Probability 82%," she replied. "They're trying to track our breath."
He didn't panic. He smiled.
"Then let's show them we breathe fire."
He loaded "Wraith Shadow Kernel," a dormant countermeasure. It rewrote the core router, scrambled latency paths, and deployed a fake fund clone—an exact mirror of Ghost Fund but filled with random trades and false signals.
03:10 AM – Singapore, Zero-Gate Lab
"Ghost Fund's pattern is collapsing," the tech said.
Ethan Crane didn't blink. "No. It's splitting."
He leaned closer to the screen. "He built a ghost of the ghost."
"Should we keep pursuing?"
"No," Ethan replied. "Send him a message."
He typed four words into the Blackline channel:
"We see you, Ghost."
03:12 AM – Message Received
Leon's terminal blinked. Four words. No sender. No origin.
Evelyn: "You're officially on the board."
Leon: "Good. Let's raise the stakes."
04:00 AM – Zurich, Underground Vault
A man in a three-piece pinstripe suit read the latest global alpha leaderboard.
AshenWolf – Rank 67, Return +477.2%, Volatility footprint: invisible
He took a puff from a Cuban cigar. "Recruit him."
Another man stepped forward. "He's not recruitable."
The first smiled. "Everyone is. You just need the right currency."
Back in NYC, Leon opened a locked archive folder. Inside: his original thesis, written years ago in grad school:
"Digital Empire Architecture: An Autonomous Capital Weapon"
He added one sentence.
"Phase One Complete. Ghost Fund Lives."
Then he typed a new headline:
"Phase Two: Eyes of the Hydra"
Wraith ran 14 simultaneous strategies. Liquidity flow from Israel to Dubai to Seoul. All profits aggregated into fresh synthetic funds.
One line of terminal code now displayed:
Ghost Fund (True Core) – Balance: $8,014,220.38
Untraceable | Unlisted | Alive