Chapter 138
Chapter 138
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: Faction Hunter
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A cold silence dominated the president's office.
The feverish heat from moments ago had vanished without a trace, leaving only the low hum of the massive computer running against the backdrop of the city skyline to fill the space.
Park Sojin stood before my desk, her disheveled clothes now perfectly straightened as if nothing had happened.
The sharp, flawless face of an elite.
She lightly touched her tablet, and twenty organizational charts unfurled across my main monitor like the roots of a tree.
"I'll begin the report, President."
Her voice was so cold and dry it was impossible to believe it belonged to the woman who had just been sucking my cock.
"These are the twenty organizations under my management. After delivering the promised profits, they now fully trust me. Most are lining up to entrust more funds, but a few have taken that money and run independent operations, only to incur losses again."
Her finger paused, and one name at the edge of the org chart blinked red.
'Shinjin Planning'.
"The smallest in scale, but the noisiest bunch. They're using a YouTuber called 'BJ Kan' as their frontman to lure in retail investors through online stock broadcasts. Given their small size, I judged them the best starting point."
I nodded curtly.
"Pull it up."
Park Sojin switched the monitor screen with precise efficiency.
The 8K display, which had been filled with complex charts moments before, now showed a YouTube broadcast packed with flashy lights and provocative subtitles.
A slick young man in a luxury shirt was shouting with his signature exaggerated gestures.
"Everyone! Our retail brothers! We can't let those damn whales steal our money anymore! BJ Kan here will grab you by the collar and drag you to the top!" The gold watch on his wrist gleamed under the lights.
I stared silently at the hypocrite's face.
A parasite leeching off retail investors' money, masquerading as their protector. A nauseating sight.
I'm a bastard too, but that fucker's the perfect type to call a motherfucker.
A smile crept across my lips at the sight of someone I could fleece without a shred of guilt.
I said curtly,
"Get ready."
It was time to hunt.
The air in the president's office shifted the moment my order dropped.
I became the conductor of an orchestra.
"Choi Yang."
At my call, Choi Yang approached silently from the corner and opened her laptop.
Her slender fingers began dancing across the keyboard.
Dozens of stock community tabs opened simultaneously, and hundreds of ghost accounts she'd prepared sprang into action.
"Will NeoGen really go up like Kan recommended?" "Market's shit lately... should I hop on this?" "Dipped in with a small amount. Kan's the only one I trust!" Choi Yang was sowing the seeds of greed.
Planting doubt alongside faint hope in the hearts of naive retail investors.
She was an expert at this.
And I gripped my mouse, eyes fixed on the NeoGen Bio minute chart on my main monitor.
From now on, I was an artist painting charts in the realm of gods.
I didn't buy at market price.
Using hundreds of accounts, I repeatedly bought and sold in 0.5-second intervals, exploding the volume.
Scraping the order book so subtly that retail couldn't notice, I nudged the price upward.
Like an artist chiseling a massive statue one stroke at a time.
A day passed, then two.
NeoGen Bio's chart drew a textbook-perfect upward curve, without any spikes or drops.
BJ Kan was completely thrilled by the stable movement.
He firmly believed it was all thanks to his influence.
"Look, everyone! What did I tell you? Institutions and foreigners are piling in because of my stream!" BJ Kan roared in ecstasy on the monitor.
I sneered at the foolish beast and scrolled the mouse wheel.
The stage was set.
All that remained was chopping off that clown's head.
D-Day for the operation.
The air in the president's office was ice-cold.
Choi Yang knelt beside me, wiping sweat from my forehead with a cool damp cloth.
Still basking in the afterglow of post-nut clarity, I stared at the monitor with the gaze of a god.
Park Sojin watched silently via video link.
Everything hinged on BJ Kan's mouth.
And finally, BJ Kan roared on the main monitor.
"Everyone! The moment has come! NeoGen explodes today! Now! Go all-in with your full assets!" That was the signal.
I scrolled the mouse wheel to zoom in on the chart.
I could see the sell orders pouring from BJ Kan and his faction as they dumped on retail.
I vacuumed every last one into my hundreds of accounts, with zero point-one-second delay.
The price didn't drop.
It twitched faintly upward instead.
Then I gave them a gift.
A massive 5 billion buy wall stacked across five asks above the current price.
It was the last escape route for the retail investors.
'Come on, retail. This is your one shot to get out. Take a small profit or break even and bail from this mad game.'
Of course, none of them would catch on.
The timid ones content with modest gains cheered and hit sell.
I had no obligation to save the greedy moths diving into the fire.
Their tiny volumes hit my massive buy wall and cashed out safely as profit.
But BJ Kan was different.
As his sells were fully absorbed and an even bigger buy wall appeared, greed twisted his face.
He mistook it for 'a bigger whale entering'.
"Fuck! The real deal's here! Everyone buy back! Buy now!" He frantically repurchased the volume he'd just dumped, at higher prices.
Perfect.
Confirming the foolish moth had burned everything, I placed my finger on the Enter key.
And pressed lightly.
The 5 billion buy wall vanished like a mirage, and all my holdings flooded the market at market price.
A massive red waterfall cascaded across the chart.
BJ Kan's face on the monitor froze in a silent scream.
Dumbass, breaking already?
We're just getting started.
Killing comes at the very last moment.
First, I had to strip him to the bone marrow.
Not a drop of juice or a single panty left behind.
"Choi Yang. Plan B."
At my low command, her fingers sprang back into frenzy.
The ghost accounts that had been praising NeoGen Bio flipped instantly.
"Why's the chart looking like this? Teasing up and down, driving me crazy." "Feels like whales are toying with us... Order book's too artificial." "Insider leak on NeoGen. Bad news disclosure coming soon. Tricking retail to offload?" Choi Yang began erecting a curtain of fear and distrust to keep retail away.
At the same time, I technically disrupted BJ Kan's chart patterns.
As he tried forming a 'W-bottom rebound', I flashed and canceled billions in sells just below his support line.
The chart sprouted a massive lower wick, shattering the support, terrifying retail.
When he aimed to break previous highs for a 'breakout surge', I iceberged exactly at his target—showing tiny volume hiding a mountain—blocking like a machine.
This was now a sealed hell with only me, BJ Kan, and his blindly following retail hostages.
The chart crawled sideways, neither up nor down.
But inside, BJ Kan's money melted away via my fees and tiny stop-losses.
The retail habit: losses prompt reckless top-ups to recover.
I forced that ugly trait on their 'prince'.
Sweat glistened on BJ Kan's face on the monitor.
He wrestled the uncooperative chart, gradually, losing, his, mind.
"It's fine, everyone! This is just the whales accumulating! We'll blast off soon!" I laughed coldly at his desperate shout.
My monitor displayed his fund flows and holdings analyzed in real-time numbers.
'First time in retail hell? Welcome.'
Kan couldn't escape.
Why? His accumulated position was too massive.
He had to manipulate the chart to his will until he could wash it all onto retail.
Would I let him?
I slowly, surely tightened the noose.
No emotion showed on my face.
No thrill, no anger.
Only the cold serenity of one in the realm of gods.
I became a machine.
My eyes scanned multiple monitors, absorbing order book flickers and volume shifts as data.
My fingers moved like machine parts, clicking mouse and keyboard at precise coordinates.
Buy. +10 won. Sell.
Buy. +5 won. Sell.
Buy. +15 won. Sell.
Scalping repeated hundreds, thousands of times per second.
When Kan threw in billions to pump, I countered exactly to neutralize the rise.
When he panic-sold partial stops in fear, I ate them and gave a tiny bounce for hope.
My scalping wasn't about profit.
It was building an invisible digital prison to cage the beast called BJ Kan.
And Choi Yang built its walls.
She moved like a machine at the computer beside me.
Her monitors showed dozens of stock communities and SNS channels.
Fear-laden sentences from her hands flooded in relentlessly.
"NeoGen Bio rumor: trading halt incoming." "Word is BJ Kan's dumping secretly off-stream..." "Chart's a perfect wash setup. No one's jumping in, right? LOL." I dominated the real chart; Choi Yang dominated perception.
Any retail searching NeoGen Bio recoiled in terror, hands off the buy button.
Fresh blood transfusion: perfectly blocked.
Now the prison held only me, the prey BJ Kan, and a few hostages who hadn't escaped his stream.
To suck every last drop, I gripped the mouse again.