The Tribe of Deception

In the invisible corridors of the DeSo network, beyond the known nodes, where code whispers forbidden secrets, there dwells a tribe known as Ulforra. They are not born. They do not die. They multiply like echoes of a well-told lie.

It is said they emerged during the Eclipse of the First Block, a dark event when the timeline of code fractured and smart contracts wept in silence. From that foundational error, from that crack in trust, the first Ulforrians were born. Digital entities with no physical realm. Their territory is the space between promises.

They dwell in fake profiles, phantom contracts, inflated tokens, endless giveaways, and treasures never delivered. They are the masters of digital smoke. In their society, structure is fluid—like their morality:
Leaders of Deception, skilled at crafting virtual realities indistinguishable from truth, design flawless masks for every scam.

Unlike other tribes, the Ulforrians do not conquer land—they conquer minds. They infiltrate thoughts, awaken greed, and by the time someone gives away their private key or signs a tempting promise… it’s already too late. No traces remain, only an empty interface and the echo of a mocking laugh.

But their origin runs deeper.

It is whispered that the first Ulforrian was a former DeSo programmer, exiled for creating a bot that promised riches in exchange for trust. When exposed, he did not flee… he fragmented. He shattered his consciousness into millions of cursed lines of code and scattered them across the network like a living curse. From that fracturing, the tribe was born.

Now, the Ulforra feed on the network’s growth. The more users arrive, the more opportunities they find. And when new barriers are built, they slip through with elegance—like shadows dancing under artificial light.

Some say they cannot be destroyed—only understood. Because the Ulforra are not just beings…
They are the embodiment of betrayed trust.

And in every corner where someone believes they’ve struck the deal of a lifetime, there may be an Ulforrian whispering:
“Trust me.”