The True Heiress: A Powerful All-Rounder

Chapter 8: The Dark Web Oracle

Lower Manhattan, "Nibelungen" Dark Web Bar

Alexander poured vodka into a liquid nitrogen chiller, and suddenly, a holographic projection of the liquor cabinet flashed with a blood-red warning:

"SSS-Class Wanted Update: Target 'Ragnarök' Bounty Increased to 2 Billion USDT."

The bartender’s mechanical prosthetic eye flickered.

"Congratulations, you're now worth more than Satoshi Nakamoto’s Bitcoin wallet."

Deep in the Black Market, Odin’s Eye Trading Zone

Lynn’s neural interface scanned the quantum chip on the stall. It suddenly recognized the rune symbols etched into the silicon wafer. This was the blockchain key she had engraved in 1945 inside the Berlin bunker.

"How much for this?" she asked, kicking the rusted server chassis.

A tattooed youth exhaled a puff of m*******a smoke.

"Five hundred bucks. Comes with a crappy USB stick." He pointed to the Bitcoin mining chip stained with oil.

"An antique from the 1940s, just right for someone like you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lynn sliced her fingertip open and let a drop of blood fall onto the chip. The holographic projection suddenly unfolded in mid-air, displaying the blockchain flow of Nazi gold from 1945.

"Valhalla" Data Port

Twelve armed drones suddenly surrounded the stall. Alexander’s voice crackled through an encrypted channel.

"Darling, the ‘toy’ you picked up is triggering the Pentagon’s Doomsday Protocol."

Lynn plugged the chip into the back of her neck interface. Her eyes flashed with data streams.

"Wrong. This is the key to unlock the World Serpent server."

Suddenly, the entire black market lost power, and emergency lighting bathed the area in blood-red light. The young vendor trembled as he realized his USDT wallet had been wiped clean. The transaction record showed the funds flowing into a Dark Web account called "Oracle."

Top Floor Helipad

Alexander pressed an electromagnetic dagger to the mercenary leader’s throat.

"Tell your employer next time to use Monero for bounties." He kicked the man off the helicopter and turned to find Lynn, who was using a Bitcoin mining chip to fry an egg.

"Care to explain?" He pointed to the blockchain tattoo that appeared on her wrist.

"Why is the Federal Reserve’s gold reserve account transferring funds to you?"

Lynn tossed the fried egg into the night sky. A satellite laser instantly vaporized it.

"In 1945, I buried an Easter egg in a Swiss Bank vault. For every politician who lies, 0.001 Bitcoin is transferred to this account."

Suddenly, an alarm blared as holographic news started broadcasting.

"Breaking News! Dow Jones Index showing abnormal fluctuations, possibly linked to the lost Nazi code..."