The screen flickered with cascading green code, glowing in the darkness like a digital heartbeat.
Inside a dim London apartment, lit only by a single desk lamp, a man in a black hoodie leaned over his laptop — eyes sharp, hands silent.
The world knew him as Satoshi Nakamoto, the name behind a thousand cyber legends.But in the underworld, he had another name.A name whispered with respect, fear, and confusion.
Mr. Nothing.
He didn't exist in any government system. No fingerprints. No digital trail. No face.And right now — he was hacking into the Royal Museum of England.
Lines of encrypted firewalls fell like dominoes.Cameras looped. Sensors glitched.In less than 42 seconds, the museum's entire security system went dark.
He stretched casually, as if shutting down one of the most protected systems in Europe was just part of his evening routine.
"Boring," he muttered, sipping cold coffee.
The real thrill came next.
He stood up, zipped his jacket, and pressed a button on his wristband.A 3D hologram of the museum blueprints flickered to life.
"Security blackout: active. Entry route: rooftop. Exit plan: 4 minutes max."
He smirked.
Time to vanish into history.
Minutes Later — Royal Museum Rooftop
The London wind howled as Mr. Nothing landed silently on the stone rooftop.He moved like smoke — unseen, unheard, unreal.His fingers traced the skylight. It popped open with a hiss, triggered by the backdoor code he embedded earlier.
He dropped down into the exhibits — and landed between laser beams mid-air, twisting his body sideways to avoid detection.
One breath.One roll.And he was through.
In front of him: the Ecliptic Diamond, encased in bulletproof glass.Estimated value? 300 million.To him? Just a warm-up.
With a flick of his wrist, a tiny robotic spider crawled from his jacket and began cutting the glass without triggering pressure alarms.
12 seconds. Perfect extraction.
Then… the sound.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
He froze.
That wasn't a security guard.
That was applause.
"Flawless," came a voice from the shadows."No sound. No alarm. No trace. You really are… nothing."
Mr. Nothing turned slowly. A man stepped out from behind the exhibit — wearing a black coat, black gloves, black sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat.
"Who the hell are you?"
"They call me the Guardian."
"Guardian of what? Museum exhibits?" Mr. Nothing smirked.
The man shook his head.
"Of the world."
"Funny. Since when do world guardians hire thieves?"
"Since the world stopped listening to heroes."
He tossed a black card onto the floor.
"One job. One billion dollars.Moon heist
What!
I'll explain in two days. Come alone. And yes… you'll need a team."
"I don't do teams."
"This time, you will."
Back at His Hideout
Satoshi lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling — the diamond glowing faintly on the table beside him.
"Guardian of the world... Moon heist what the hell kind of job needs a hacker and a thief?"
His fingers drummed against his wristband. The card had already synced its coordinates to his system.
Two days.
Something was coming.Something big.
And for once… even he didn't have the answers.