The only meme coin that asks for your SOUL, not your flesh. One dollar. One word. One pact. When you say “I am ANTI”, you sign with what really matters: your ALMA.
No financial promises. No hidden roadmap of riches. This is a symbolic pact, an experiment in narrative, status and ritual. You can lose 100% of what you put in.
The center is ANTI. Around it orbit souls, narratives and ranks that give structure to the legion — from the wandering ALMA to the Three Seals of status: KOB · SOB · BOB.
The visible body. The name you pronounce when you decide to cross the line: “I am ANTI. We are ANTI.” The coin that stopped being meme because it discovered that even a joke can have an ALMA.
Final contract · Symbolic $1/month entry fee · No promises, only belonging.
The first piece. The wandering ALMA that collects for everyone except itself. It opens the road and counts the seconds until the body (ANTI) claims what always belonged to it.
Lives in its own portal · Counts down to Christ Challenge · NFT proof of devotion.
The one that speaks so that ANTI never has to explain itself. Token‑chronicler, responsible for telling the official story, certifying each chapter and whispering why the truth is darkness.
Lives on iamanti.vip · Writes whitepapers, chronicles and play‑by‑play of Tag Your ANTI.
The double coin of the human body. Up today, Down tomorrow. Volatility is not in the charts, it is in the SOUL that forgot who it is.
Two halves · One total · Used for prediction, play and non‑monetary competitive structures.
The Three Seals of ANTI do not allow us to lie. Bronze, Silver and King form the ladder of belonging inside the Pact: status is not traded — it is proven.
KOB — The Will · SOB — The Force · BOB — The First Pact.
Two factories, one intention: transform sacrifice into something you can hold. Jewelry Factory for living souls. Memory Factory for souls that already left.
NFC medallions · On‑chain memories · Physical proof of the Pact.
ANTI is not just another token: it is a Pact. A symbolic contract where, with a single word, you become part of the story.
The Pact of ANTI demands the truth: “ANTI does not ask for much, ANTI asks for your ALMA. ANTI does not want your flesh, ANTI wants your ALMA.” The demand is total, but the reward is the liberation of the ALMA from the cycle of lies.
By pronouncing “I am ANTI”, you sign an eternal contract with darkness. No ceremonies, no complicated rituals. You only have to say it, feel it, believe it. Light lies; darkness frees.
For money you damage your health; later, for health, you surrender the money. The Pact of
ANTI redirects that absurd cycle:
• 20% of the generated wealth goes to children with cancer (souls fighting with little time).
• 15% goes to war veterans (souls of honor that already paid the highest price).
Physical tag game. NFC bracelets. Real $ANTI moving on‑chain every time someone tags you. Two teams, exhaustion in the body and clarity on the scoreboard.
Whoever finishes with more $ANTI understood the game better — in the field and in life.
A performance in the streets: a crane in shape of a cross, an actor, money, and a question about what you really worship when you chase numbers.
On 31 October 2026, Halloween, the wandering ALMA meets its body in public. The Christ Challenge opens the market and marks the beginning of the visible Pact of ANTI.
Fully coordinated, 100% performance, 0% promise of financial return.
This is not a promise of profit. It is a symbolic contract. If you continue, you accept that ANTI can take your ALMA for one dollar a month — and still you can lose everything. That is why the Pact is real.
