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"Reborn with fangs in a world that wants him leashed or dissected"
After dying a nobody in Brooklyn's gutters, 40-year-old Leo wakes in his 18-year-old body with a shapeshifter's rage and a tribal bracelet burning Norse runes into his flesh. His newfound power to crush baseball bats (and bullies) comes with a price – each healed wound erases more of his humanity. But when shadowy operatives from Nightwatch Genetics corner him with silver bullets and a cloned doppelgänger, Leo discovers his meek father's lab holds mass graves of failed wolf-human hybrids. Now hunted by both the mafia and a 200-year-old werewolf cult, he must decode the sinister truth behind his mother's "accidental" death before the next blood moon completes his transformation... into the very monster he's vowed to destroy.

Bloodcode: Wolf Revenant

The New York Federal Reserve vault stank of wolf blood and cryptographic decay. Leo Wu crouched behind pallets of gold bars stamped with Pale Hand Consortium's CRISPR barcodes, his claws sparking against the cold steel. Across the chamber, Morgan Stanley's vampire quants adjusted their retinal scanners, their mechanical hearts synced to the LIBOR-OIS spread ticking like a doomsday clock.

"Genetic contamination confirmed," their leader hissed, voice distorted through a vocoder mimicking Ben Bernanke's 2007 subprime speech. "Initiate CDO tranche cascade protocol."

Wolf King's Pupils Alert: DNA Corruption Detected (CRISPR-MBS-08 Variant)

Leo's vision fractured. The gold bars morphed into double helixes, their serial numbers rewriting into gene sequences from his mother's autopsy report: X-12 Strain Rejection – 98% Complete. A hologram of his father flashed — December 1998 Trading Log Entry: Fed Directive 741 Approved Gene Suppression.

"Your Bitcoin shorts just funded our next species purge," the lead quant sneered, tapping a Bloomberg terminal. Mortgage defaults transformed into wolf DNA degradation rates. "Sign the gene repo agreement, and we'll let your pack die clean."

Victor's encrypted scream tore through Leo's cochlear implant: "Their CDO tranches are CRISPR vectors! Each trade executes genetic overwrites—"

Mother's lab, 1998. Federal Reserve agents in hazmat suits injecting glowing serum into her carotid. "X-12 compatibility failure," a voice echoed. "Proceed to liquidation protocol."

Memory Integrity: 9% (Critical)

Phase One: The Code Plague

The attack began at dawn. Leo's blockchain implants detected abnormal CDO activity — phantom bids traced to Pale Hand's gene-editing shell companies. By noon, Wall Street's werewolves started convulsing, their DNA unraveling into subprime loan algorithms.

"Alpha decay in your mitochondrial short positions," Victor's glitching AI warned. "They're weaponizing Gaussian copula models against your genome!"

CDO Structure Visualized:

Senior Tranches (AAA-rated): Bone marrow suppression codesMezzanine Tranches (BB-rated): Retinal degradation sequencesEquity Tranches (Unrated): Full lycanthropic mutation triggers

Leo tore through Wall Street's storm drains, the clang of his claws on iron pipes echoing Fedwire transaction codes. His mother's locket — stolen from her cryo-vault at JPMorgan — burned with quantum-decrypted data: Fed-Vampire Pact 1987: Species Replacement Timeline.

Phase Two: The Golden Guillotine

The vault's emergency lights bathed everything in crimson — the color of toxic ABS. Leo's claws hooked CME copper futures contracts, their leverage ratios materializing as serrated blades.

"Squeeze this." Leo swung the futures like a medieval flail. The 25,000-pound copper bars smashed through a quant's chest, severing CRISPR-MBS codes etched into his ribcage.

Chromosome 17p13.1 deletion (Smith-Magenis corruption halted)LIBOR-OIS spread contraction (-1.8 basis points)

The quants' AR visors projected Black-Scholes shield matrices, but Leo's claws tore through probability density functions like wet parchment. A quant screamed as his mechanical heart flatlined with the 10-year Treasury yield.

Phase Three: Blood Algorithm

In Morgan Stanley's server farm, Leo jammed his bloody claw into a NASDAQ terminal. The screens erupted with his mother's final moments — security footage from the Fed's blacksite lab.

Memory Fragment Decrypted: "They're blending vampire RNA into repo rates… Your DNA is collateral…"

The lead quant staggered, clutching a decaying CDO prospectus. "You can't margin call evolution!"

Leo's fangs pierced the document, liquid mercury bleeding from its clauses. "Watch me."

III：Gene Short Squeeze