Triple Digits

The end of January 2025 arrived, marking nearly a month of Daniel's new life at FUTA. The campus routine was becoming familiar, his duplex a comfortable sanctuary.

Rocket Funds had become a behemoth. The user base had surged past 2,500, fueled by the multi-tiered referral system. The daily profit skim flowing into Daniel's MH account was now consistently above N2 million, sometimes spiking to N2.5 million on volatile trading days.

One morning, Daniel logged into his MH admin panel, a routine he performed before even getting out of bed. He checked his main MH balance display. The numbers seemed to shimmer for a moment.

NGN 103,450,720.15

Over one hundred million Naira. Liquid. Sitting in the app.

He stared at it, a slow exhale escaping his lips. This wasn't the frantic excitement of the first N10 million. This was different.

He was not nearly at that level yet, but at one point, money would just be meaningless strings of number. What would matter would be the assets and connections he had to buttress it.

But still, this was more money than his entire extended family had probably seen in their lifetimes combined. The responsibility of managing it, keeping it secret, and growing it further, felt immense.

He checked the RF analytics. The total skimmed profit from Rocket Funds alone had now crossed the N50 million mark since its inception just a couple of months ago. That meant the combined profit generated between his direct MH trades and the RF network was now comfortably in the triple-digit millions. The speed was breathtaking.

With this new level of financial security, he became slightly more relaxed with his own MH trades. He still ran them, but less frequently, focusing more on RF management and his PeDan Investment planning. He let the RF engine do more of the heavy lifting for daily income generation.

One evening, while working late in his study, drafting a more detailed business plan for PeDan's initial tech startup investments, a new type of alert flashed on his MH interface – not the usual trade completion or withdrawal confirmation, but a bright red banner across the top of his admin panel:

MH SECURITY ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS ATTEMPT DETECTED & NEUTRALIZED. ORIGIN TRACE: OBFUSCATED, MULTI-NODE RELAY. SIGNATURE: SOPHISTICATED, NON-STATE ACTOR. RECOMMEND ENHANCED PERSONAL DIGITAL SECURITY PROTOCOLS.

Daniel's breathed hitched slightly.

This wasn't another bank flag.

This was someone, something, trying to get into Money Hack itself. The app, his secret, his engine of wealth, had been targeted.

The fact that MH detected and neutralized the attempt was a testament to its incredible internal security, but the very fact that someone sophisticated enough to even attempt such a breach existed was unnerving.

Who could it be? How did they even know MH existed, let alone where to target it? Was it related to his increasing online financial footprint, despite his best efforts at anonymity with PeDan and RF infrastructure? Or was it something else entirely, something connected to MH's mysterious origins?

The alert mentioned "non-state actor," which ruled out (or made less likely) a direct government agency, but pointed towards a skilled individual or private group. He felt afraid, a vulnerability he hadn't experienced since the very first days of using the app.

He immediately went into overdrive.

He changed all his core MH passwords again to more complex combinations. He reviewed the security settings on his MacBook, his custom PC, his iPhone 16 Pro Max, enabling the highest levels of encryption, firewalls, and multi-factor authentication wherever possible. He ran deep malware scans on all his devices. He even re-secured the Wi-Fi network in his duplex with a new and incredibly long password.

He used MH's own analytical capabilities, feeding it the limited data from the security alert, asking it to extrapolate potential threat profiles or common attack vectors used by sophisticated non-state hackers targeting financial systems. MH provided a list of advanced persistent threat (APT) groups known for financial cybercrime, but couldn't pinpoint a specific origin for this attempt, confirming the attacker's skill in obfuscation.

This incident was a stark wake-up call. His wealth, his secret, was a target. He wasn't just playing a game of accumulation anymore; he was in a silent, high-stakes battle to protect the source of his power. The thought of losing MH, of this incredible engine vanishing, was now a tangible fear. He had to be smarter, more careful, and more prepared. The digital ghosts were out there, and they might be looking for him.