Is there a big shot writing a novel? I use an AI robot to create event contracts and embark on the peak of life. **U comes and goes, one thought is heaven, one thought is hell.** This is the breath of our world.

"Mr. Lin, the 'whale' account NEMESIS has followed up. Establish a reverse contract, margin: 2,000,000 USDT."

I felt a twitch in the corner of my eye. A counterparty with two million U, this is not a test, it is a declaration of war. In the world of U, the amount is the language, leverage is the knife.

The mysterious phone call came as scheduled, the electronic voice was cold:

"Mr. Lin, nine million U, quite impressive. But do you know how many global hedge funds are using tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of U chips, hunting in the same deep sea of data? Your AI is a good knife, but is the hand holding the knife steady enough?"

He was right. My AI can predict events, but cannot predict the collusion of whales using **U as bullets**. They can temporarily distort the market, using massive U trades to make my "event conditions" ineffective in a split second—even if my prediction is correct in a longer "reality".

5:00, news released.

The price began to soar as the AI predicted, but just when it reached the critical node of +9.9%, several sell orders at the million U level surged in, precisely suppressing it.

That is the **wall of U**.

"Detected abnormal selling pressure concentrated at the price level of 36,200, with a total scale of approximately 5,000,000 USDT." Ada's voice remained calm, only stating the numbers of U.

My 500,000 U margin was in jeopardy. The opponent used five million U to build a dam for ten minutes.

This is not a deviation in data analysis; this is **the naked confrontation of U against U**.

In the last thirty seconds, another force intervened—a larger buying force, with a torrent of over eight million U, instantly breached the defense line. The price surged to +10.5%.

My contract was triggered, netting 1,600,000 USDT.

But I had no joy. I understood: I am not the player, I am still a pawn. There are higher-level forces, engaging in a game of U magnitude that I cannot imagine. My AI is merely a tool for them to test the market's micro-reactions.

The system was hacked, and the backdoor code flickered with mocking light.

Encrypted messages reappeared:

"How much U can your AI process per second? It sees events, sees individual greed and fear, but can it see the flow of **national capital** in U?"