Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: 86-Fold
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Ever since that day I borrowed money from Yura and turned 200,000 won into 2 million, Han Yura stopped giving me any grief.
Yura silently watched me spend most of my day glued to the computer, and every time I said "time to flip the switch," she'd make a face like the world was ending but obediently head to the bed anyway.
Of course, no day went by without her hurling "fuck" or "dumbass" in the process,
but those had become her own personal "getting in the mood" chant.
The five days our entire fortune rode on NBLS coin were a rollercoaster hurtling between hell and heaven.
Day 1, Thursday.
Right after we jumped in, NBLS plunged straight down.
Our account's return rate shot past -10%, and Yura's patience hit rock bottom with it.
She paced behind me, sniping every ten minutes with "This is really gonna be okay, right?"
and eventually grabbed my hair, growling, "If this money goes poof, I'm trading your balls for my tuition, got it?"
Every time, I had to lean on the power of Post-Nut Clarity to calm her down, insisting it was all part of the plan.
Day 2, Friday.
The coin managed a slight rebound, clawing back to -4%.
Yura, finally catching a breath, seemed in a better mood and let me order delivery fried chicken with the money I'd made from that 200k flip.
We tore into the chicken in silence, welcoming a pathetic weekend.
Day 3, Saturday.
In the weekend's dead trading volume, NBLS slid down again.
Losses hit -12%. Yura exploded.
She grabbed my collar and shook me, screaming to sell right now.
To calm her, I had no choice but to flip the switch again.
Day 4, Sunday.
Like a miracle, the coin started recovering.
All losses were erased, and we finally crept into +1% profit territory.
I could breathe a sigh of relief for the first time in days.
And Day 5, today.
The coin held flat all morning.
I was killing time scrolling related communities out of boredom.
That's when it happened. One of the coin world's most famous influencers, MegaQuant, posted a new analysis on his Twitter (Z).
📰 MegaQuant Tweet Today's hidden gem: $NBLS. Anonymous genius dev team, innovative tech, and whales quietly accumulating. Chart-wise, Elliott corrective wave 3 is done—looks like the start of a new impulse wave 5. This could be the next OOO... The market went berserk the instant his post went up.
Dormant volume exploded, and house-sized buy orders started slamming in on the screen.
NBLS's chart shot up vertically, like a dragon waking from slumber.
📈 PROFIT RATE 📈 +15%... +28%... +45%... Leaning back in my chair, I watched the scene unfold and smiled quietly.
My analysis hadn't been wrong.
"Hey... Hey! Kim Cheolsu! What the hell is this?! Why's it doing this?!"
Yura, who'd been scrolling her phone on the bed, finally caught on and came running over in shock.
I turned to her and said,
"This is just the beginning."
MegaQuant's post—which was basically a copy-paste of my analysis—poured gasoline on the dead NBLS fire.
Retail investors' FOMO buying frenzy flooded in, and the chart rocketed straight up like a lie.
📈 PROFIT RATE 📈 +47%... +58%... +72%... Watching the green numbers dance wildly on the monitor, my heart felt like it would explode too.
But it wasn't joy. It was terror.
"Hey! Hey! Sell! Sell now, right?!"
Yura clung to my chair from behind, shaking it and freaking out.
Her voice trembled with excitement and anxiety.
I felt the same—my legs were jelly.
The bigger the profits grew, the greater the fear of losing it all in an instant.
My hand kept drifting to the close position button.
The Post-Nut Clarity had worn off, and I was back to my old pathetic coin trader self.
Finally, I remembered the only way to beat this fear.
I spun my chair to face Yura and yelled desperately,
"Hey, Yura! Suck me off!"
At my out-of-nowhere demand, Yura shot back with a rotten-dog face.
"Fuck... Go wash it first."
"Argh, shit... I'm about to impulse trade bad! Hurry!"
I practically begged, on the verge of tears. She scanned me up and down with contempt and said,
"You crazy fuck, acting all bold when you haven't even had circumcision?"
"Hurry! Hurry, it's urgent!"
Her eyes narrowed at my desperate plea. Like she'd seen right through me, she said coldly,
"Cut the bullshit. You think I don't know what you're up to? We fucked less than an hour ago. You're just horny to shove your dirty dick in my mouth."
"........."
She nailed it.
The Post-Nut Clarity was still lingering a bit, so I grinned sheepishly and muttered,
".......Busted?"
At my shameless admission, Yura let out a deep sigh.
She seemed to give up, but pulled out a new card to take control of the situation.
"Shut up and focus. Nail this, and I'll let you creampie again."
Her bold offer was like a magic spell that quelled all my fear.
I bit instantly but instinctively negotiated extras.
"Cleanup fellatio's standard, right?"
She glared like she wanted to kill me for a second, then sighed in total resignation.
"Fuck..... Deal."
Her final word—that resigned "Deal"—rang in my ears as I locked eyes on the monitor.
The whole world vanished.
Yura standing behind me, the stuffy air of the tiny studio, the base urges and fear that had ruled me moments ago—all gone.
My vision held only the primal dance unfolding on the 24-inch screen.
The chart was no longer lines and bars.
It was a living beast, a massive dragon fattened on greed.
The green candles that had crawled along the bottom roared upward.
This wasn't just a rise.
It devoured every resistance line from the past days like ripping tissue paper, soaring to the heavens.
In the order book on the right, sell walls of hundreds of millions appeared only to shatter under even bigger buy pressure.
It was a predator's feast.
For a brief moment, a short red candle appeared, like the dragon catching its breath.
The last gasp of lingering fear.
But it was just coiling for a bigger blast.
"Raaaaah—!"
As if a scream pierced the monitor, an even huger second massive green candle erupted like a volcano.
The chart didn't dance anymore.
It stabbed upward, defying gravity like a spear to the sky.
The volume bars at the bottom surged red like pillars holding a temple, proving this mad rise was no illusion.
My hand trembled on the mouse.
This was beyond analysis or prediction.
I was witnessing money's most primal, violent, and beautiful spectacle.
My hand trembled on the mouse.
This was beyond analysis or prediction.
I was witnessing money's most primal, violent, and beautiful spectacle.
The god of FOMO had descended on the chart.
Proof was everywhere.
The order book was no longer whales' battlefield.
It was a frenzy of dozens, hundreds of tiny buy orders flashing—retail ants' mad festival.
The desperate screams of latecomers joining the party scrolled endlessly as numbers.
I quickly opened the biggest domestic coin community board.
Sure enough, the NBLS section was about to crash the server.
💬 NBLS Community Posts — Anon1 Not too late to ride NBLS now? — Anon2 Sold earlier, fuck ㅠㅠ ⭐ Top Comment — Anon3 Full leverage in. To the moon! — Anon4 1,000 won incoming! Posts bursting with euphoria, regret, and irrational hype poured out every second, proving the madness.
The green pillars built a tower to the gods.
"Hey! Hey! Kim Cheolsu! What the hell is this?!"
Yura, practically hanging off my back, grabbed my arm and yelled.
Her voice was a total mix of thrill and terror. She felt the irrational heat filling the screen with her whole body.
"This... good, right? Sell now? Huh? What happens?!"
Her desperate cries hit my ears, but I couldn't answer.
All my nerves focused on one thing.
When would the party end?
When would the FOMO god depart, leaving only ruins?
I ignored the skyrocketing profits, staring only at the sell walls in the order book.
The whales would dump everything at the peak of this ant frenzy.
I had to exit one second before they did.
And finally.
There it was.
A massive red sell wall at a certain price—unmatched by anything before.
The FOMO god was preparing to leave.
"......It's time."
I muttered softly, moving the mouse to the "Close Position" button.
I heard Yura swallow behind me.
Without hesitation, I slammed the left click with all my will.
Click.
[Close position at market price?] [Confirm] Click.
My entire fortune—897,000 won position—closed in an instant.
It was all over.
Moments later, the final results popped up. I held my breath, staring at the numbers.
⚔ FINAL PNL ⚔ [NBLS/KRW Perpetual] Leverage: 25x Realized PNL: +87,009,250 KRW ROE: +9,712.35% 97 times. My principal had ballooned 97-fold after five days of waiting and a few hours of explosion.
After all fees, pure profit topped 87 million won.
Total assets: 87,906,250 won.
"......"
I was speechless.
All strength drained from my body as I slumped deep into the chair back.
No laughter, no tears.
Before the surreal numbers, all my emotions went numb.
I just stared blankly.
Surreal numbers filled the screen.
I was speechless.
All strength drained from my body as I slumped deep into the chair back. From behind came Yura's tiny, trembling voice.
"Hey..."
I slowly turned.
Yura stood with her mouth agape, staring at the numbers.
The usual contempt, annoyance, and rage toward me were gone. Pure joy bloomed on her face for the first time.
Money big enough to change her life.
Lost in its primal thrill, she'd forgotten everything for a moment.
I savored her expression.
Then, a twisted surge of conquest and power lust rose inside me.
I'd made this possible.
Her joy, her sorrow—now all hung on my fingertip.
The overwhelming returns gave me a pre-orgasm high.
Looking at her, I barely managed to speak.
"......Hey, what're you waiting for? Suck."
At my crude command, the joy on her face vanished like a lie.
Her expression snapped back to that familiar rotten-dog scowl.
She glared with contempt and muttered low,
"If you cum in my mouth, I'll bite it off."
Saying that, she reluctantly—ever so slowly—dropped to her knees before me.
Like a tamed beast prostrating at its master's feet.