The bronze bull lay toppled outside the NYSE, its horns wrapped in barbed wire and neon-lit runes. Leo stood atop the Nasdaq tower, his shadow stretching across Wall Street like a war banner. Below him, construction crews welded the last steel fang onto the newly rebranded Fenrir Capital headquarters – its façade now a snarling wolf's maw devouring the old American eagle.
Wallet Notification: 666,666 BTC (Market Dominance Achieved)
Victor's final gift had arrived this morning: a crate of Soviet nerve gas labeled Wolf's Breath, delivered to every SEC office. The agency's retaliatory broadcast still looped on Bloomberg terminals:
"...effective immediately, Bitcoin is classified as a Schedule I cybernarcotic. All blockchain transactions..."
A crow drone shattered the tower's glass behind Leo. He caught the mangled device mid-air, its camera feed showing Irene's face superimposed over a glacier crater.
"Come home, prototype," she crooned. "The Lock needs its Keybearer."
Leo crushed the drone. The shards cut his palm, healing into scars shaped like Nasdaq ticker symbols.
Memory Alert: Mother's Voice (0.9% Remaining)
Phase One: Blood on the Trading Floor
The opening bell rang like a funeral gong. Leo descended into the pit wearing a $10,000 suit and a tungsten carbide collar stamped SEC Property. Traders recoiled as he passed, their augmented-reality glasses flashing blockchain compliance warnings.
"Mr. Wu!" A junior broker trembled, crypto wallet implant sparking. "The, uh, Feds ordered us to liquidate your–"
Leo's claws sliced the man's tie. "Tell the Feds I'll deliver my resignation personally."
He reached the derivatives desk as SEC agents stormed in, their badges replaced with crow insignias.
"Leashing order, mutt." Agent Ryker's cybernetic jaw clicked. "You're coming to D.C. for asset forfeiture hearings. Permanently."
The collar activated.
System Alert: Neural Suppression Fields Engaged
Leo's knees buckled. Traders scrambled as his claws tore through marble, leaving grooves that spelled FENRIR in Nordic runes.
"Still using last century's tech?" He grinned through the pain. "Let me show you next-gen compliance."
Phase Two: The Broadcast
At street level, armored trucks unloaded liquid nitrogen tanks marked Crow's Nest Bioweapons. Leo's new army – underground Fight Club brawlers fitted with stolen miner rigs – formed a phalanx using trash can lids welded with Bitcoin symbols.
"Hold the line!" roared Bjorn, a 7-foot Latvian grappler. "For the cub!"
The SEC's sonic cannons met howling miners. Leo watched from above as the collar's electrodes burrowed into his jugular.
Wallet Notification: Dark Pool Liquidation (BTC -50,000)
A hologram erupted over Times Square. Irene stood in the glacier vault's ruins, flanked by twelve Leo clones.
"Behold Phase V," she announced. "The Keybearer Replication Protocol."
The clones raised synchronized claws. Their movements mirrored Leo's suppressed twitches.
Genetic Alert: Patent Infringement Detected
"Still think you're unique?" Ryker twisted the collar's remote. "You're version 7.0. The disposables are on iteration 7,000."
Leo's golden irises flickered. On the Nasdaq screen behind him, the Dow Jones ticker began syncing to his pulse.
Phase Three: Ungagged
The clones' hologram shifted. Behind Irene, a vault door creaked open to reveal Ymir's frozen corpse networked with blockchain nodes.
"Join us," Irene urged. "The Lock can still grant immortality. Or..."
The screen cut to Victor's last moments in the glacier – wheelchair ramming the Alpha, lips mouthing you stubborn...
Memory Degradation Complete: Mother's Voice (0.0%)
Ryker pressed the collar's killswitch.
Leo's claws found his own throat.
"Bad investment." He ripped off the collar, taking carotid artery and SEC microchips with it.
System Override: Fenrir's Lock (Final Phase)
Gold light erupted. The Nasdaq screens mirrored Leo's irises as his howl shook skyscrapers.
The Coronation
Traders screamed as the Dow Jones and Bitcoin charts merged into fractal spirals. Leo leapt onto the exchange roof, blood from his severed collar sizzling on satellite dishes.
The clones' hologram glitched. "Don't be a–"
Leo raised his branded palm. Across Manhattan, every blockchain node projected the glacial map's coordinates.
"New rules." His voice boomed through hijacked emergency alerts. "No more leashes. No more muzzles."
The Fenrir Capital wolf logo animated, devouring the SEC's crow emblem in live markets.
Wallet Notification: BTC +1,000,000 (Market Panic Tax)
Ryker fired silver nanoworms from a wrist launcher. Leo backhanded them into a Chase Bank sign, the parasites chewing through its interest rate display.
"Still betting against me?"
A helicopter rose bearing Crow's Nest banners. Leo lunged, claws shearing its skids. As it spiraled into the Hudson, he landed atop the NYSE bull – now recast as a wolf devouring the eagle.
Final Transmission
Irene's hologram reappeared, blood trickling from cloned eyes. "You've doomed both species."
Behind her, the glacier vault's door finally opened. Not a chamber, but a portal – its event horizon swirling with wolf constellations and USSR flags.
"Your move, mother." Leo crushed the last SEC drone.
The Dow Jones ticker froze.
System Update: New Financial God Recognized
Epilogue Teaser
In an undisclosed lab, Irene injects Ymir's serum into a Leo clone. The creature's claws extend... then retract.
"Failure," she mutters. "Prepare Batch 8,000."
The camera pans to cryo-pods labeled SATOSHI, BERNANKE, PUTIN.
Faint howls echo through bitcoin mines.
Polished English Version
Wall Street's new wolf statue glared with LED eyes. Leo stood atop Nasdaq, SEC collar bleeding. Crow drones circled like vultures.
Irene's hologram taunted: clones in glacier ruins.
Dow Jones numbers synced to Leo's pulse. Traders fled as blockchain miners brawled SEC agents.
"Enough!" Leo tore off collar, golden light erupting.
NYSE bull transformed into wolf monument. Markets crashed.
Irene's portal glowed – wolf gods and Soviet ghosts.
Lab scene: Clone Batch 8,000. Cryo-pods with world leaders' names.
Howls in bitcoin mines.