Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Trading Volume Surge
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I heard Yura heading out the front door, but I didn't turn around.
Click. With the sound of the door closing, all distractions vanished.
My mind was already synced with that of a surfer riding precarious waves on the vast ocean of the monitor.
My hands gripping the keyboard and mouse felt just like hands clutching the edges of a surfboard.
"Alright then..."
With a low mutter, I dove back into the battlefield of numbers.
The chart before my eyes was a cluster of massive waves forming and crashing in real time.
I read the flow perfectly—the currents hinting at the next wave.
The first wave rolled in.
The moment just before a massive upsurge, when the sea grew eerily calm.
I mounted my board at the deepest trough. Buy.
💰 REALIZED P/L 💰 +894,530 KRW A clean start.
But there was no time to celebrate.
I quickly repositioned for the next wave.
This one was the opposite.
Sensing the massive red downwave, I entered a short position at the perfect timing.
💰 REALIZED P/L 💰 +1,678,210 KRW Over 1.6 million KRW from two waves.
Smooth sailing. But right as I entered the third wave, an unexpected backwash hit me.
"Tch...!"
A sudden influx of buying pressure, completely against the flow I'd read.
The chart whipped wildly up and down—a brutal whipsaw.
Post-Nut Clarity's rationality blared a warning.
'Unpredictable zone. Exit immediately!'
I clicked my tongue and hit the stop-loss without 0.5 seconds' hesitation.
💀 REALIZED P/L 💀 -451,180 KRW Part of my recent gains evaporated in an instant.
The red loss glared at me.
But my expression didn't change.
These unpredictable moves were the essence of this game.
The key was not getting swept away and saving strength for the next wave.
I refocused. Amid the churning waters, I read the new flow.
"This one's for real."
I rode the fourth wave—bigger and stronger than before.
I carved out profits that more than covered the loss and bailed cleanly.
💰 REALIZED P/L 💰 +2,103,490 KRW The fifth wave: short and sweet.
The sixth: another small loss.
Seventh and eighth: back-to-back wins.
Like a frantic rhythm game, I rode and bailed dozens of waves.
Each red loss came with a choked gasp from Chaewon watching behind me, but I ignored it.
Small losses were just steps to bigger gains.
How much time passed?
The wild waves began to subside.
Trading volume, which had spiked into the jo (trillions), visibly dropped. Party was over.
I bailed from the final wave's peak and released the keyboard.
"Hoo..."
Exhaling raggedly, I stared at the monitor's corner.
A few losses, but overwhelming wins buried them.
💰 FINAL REALIZED P/L 💰 +8,471,930 KRW Then, an incredulous voice from behind.
"Dude... you... fuck, what the hell?"
Chaewon, who'd watched every second, cigarette forgotten.
Her voice held pure awe from witnessing the incomprehensible, no trace of her earlier flippancy or mockery.
Leaning back in my chair, eyes still on the monitor, I smirked.
"What else? Copying money."
Chaewon swallowed dryly, peering over my shoulder at the +8,471,930 KRW.
Laced with rising confidence like smoke, I drawled lazily.
"Gimme a smoke. We're not done yet."
Volume still lingered.
At this rate, I might hit dream numbers.
Let's make 100 million in a day.
She hesitated, then approached quietly.
Then, she did something completely different.
She pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it right at my lips.
I opened reflexively; with a click, she lit it.
Her sweet perfume wafted, her cautious breaths tickling my ear.
The woman I'd just paid for was now serving me with awe, curiosity, and greed in her eyes.
I gripped the keyboard again.
Omnipotence, like everything at my feet. I exhaled smoke long and bellowed like a madman.
"Charge!!!"
Round two.
No more wave-riding.
This was ultra-fine scalping—decomposing and reassembling everything at nanoscale.
My eyes no longer followed the chart flow.
Fixed solely on the blinking order book and trade log.
A waterfall of numbers.
Any normal human would puke from motion sickness in 0.1 seconds.
But to me, it broke down cell by cell.
'Sell order 5: 30k shares. Fake buy. Canceled in 1 sec.'
'Buy order 2: institutional accumulation trace. Eat that.'
'0.2 sec later, 78% whipsaw chance. Prep short.'
My brain, a supercomputer, crunched billions of variables in real time for optimal paths.
Fingers just executed mechanically.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Mouse clicks wove a melody, not mere noise.
Three or four trades per second.
After fees, mere thousands or tens of thousands per trade.
But machine-gunned relentlessly.
I stopped checking profit windows.
No need, no time.
Just mechanical repetition.
Time passed. I heard canned coffee and smokes placed on the desk—Yura's purchase.
She and Chaewon watched my "show" breathlessly from behind.
Didn't matter. Only one goal in sight.
💰 TOTAL REALIZED P/L 💰 +87,481,290 KRW Target: 100 million. Almost there.
Problem was...
Chart slowed noticeably.
Mad surges and plunges calmed to ripples.
Volume dead.
No more second-by-second scalps.
Scalping over; swing trading time.
I pulled out of hyper-speed.
Instead, placed limit buy/sell orders at safe support/resistance—10 million KRW chunks.
A tight net for whale ripples.
Only then did I lean back, returning to reality.
A canned coffee from Yura sat on the desk.
I chugged a big gulp.
Cheap, overly sweet on my tongue.
Then lit another smoke.
"Cough... urk."
Back-to-back chains made my gut lurch.
Nicotine-soaked body screaming, but I swallowed it down.
Necessary cost for this sharp mind.
Through hazy smoke, I eyed the chart—not price flow.
'Why did this event happen today?'
Dozens of browser tabs bloomed in my head.
Korea's biggest coin forum 'CoinPan' live posts, Twitter crypto influencers, Telegram anon channels,
Coin's official site, dev blog.
Noise-flooded info torrent into my brain.
'Major exchange listing rumor', 'Obscure VC investment buzz', 'Whales accumulation done' etc.
Chaos of hopium and FUD.
Normal me would've lost in the trash.
Not now.
Brain filtered truth from noise in real time, linking and analyzing.
'Noise purge. Facts only.'
In seconds, junk filtered.
Found the core thread: a tiny post half a day old on a coin forum.
📰 Breaking News 【Flash: XXX Coin likely partnering with US IT giant 'A Corp'】 Low views/recommends, typical rumor bait.
But post time matched on-chain whale wallet moves exactly.
Puzzle clicked.
1. Whales accumulate early.
2. Leak partnership rumor via anon.
3. Pump with massive cash using rumor as fuse.
4. As ants FOMO chase, dump all holdings at peak.
Perfect 'dump' script.
I was the hyena licking the dirtiest plate at the dump site.
"Pfft."
Hysterical laugh at the full picture.
I stubbed the smoke.
Limit orders pointless now.
Canceled all.
No time for chump change. Real hunt now.
Closed spot, opened Futures.
'Leverage' slider.
Dragged to 20x.
20x my capital—high risk, high reward gamble.
Normally ignored, but now...
I knew the outcome.
Brain ice-cold.
Understood the grand pump-and-dump scam perfectly.
Whales prepping final dump: offload to FOMO-chasing ants.
But one more step first.
Fake rally to lure last ants or blow up greedy shorts.
Last fireworks.
I waited like a predator for prey to bare its neck.
Minutes? Hours?
Dying volume twitched faintly.
Small green candles lit the chart.
Ants' desperate buys, whales' final bait.
Price crept up slightly.
Chaewon's voice from behind.
"Oh, rising again?"
I smiled.
I alone knew it was the death rattle.
Watched the rise. Until...
Whales showed true colors.
Order book top.
Empty sell wall suddenly birthed a house-sized blue behemoth.
Hundreds of billions in sells materialized in 0.1 sec, ready to devour buys.
"Here it comes."
Murmuring, I moved the mouse.
No mercy.
All-in: my fortune plus 20x borrowed.
Short.
Bet everything on this coin's crash.
Click.
Order filled—world collapsed like fiction.
Whale wall cascaded, swallowing all below.
Chart: apocalypse meteor, massive red candle plunged vertical.
-5%... -10%... -25%...
Ant screams, panic sells, liquidations in hell—but my account blazed blue.
Deeper crash, exponential unrealized gains.
Unrealized P/L: +37M KRW Unrealized P/L: +62M KRW Unrealized P/L: +95M KRW In the inferno, I timed perfection.
Just before technical bounce, abyss bottom—I closed position ruthlessly.
All over. Leaned deep into chair, laughed hollowly at final result.
Center screen: beyond imagination.
✨ TOTAL REALIZED P/L ✨ +189,542,830 KRW 189 million in a day.
20x leveraged full portfolio captured ~30% of the plunge.
Stared blankly, then low chuckle.
Like a god.
189 million.
Unreal number froze the room in heavy silence.
Yura and Chaewon gawked at me and screen like primitives before a colossus— awe and terror mixed.
Forgot to breathe.
Chaewon broke silence first, voice laced with addict's fresh high.
"Hey... can't we grab more? Looks like it'll drop further..."
Yura chimed cautiously.
"It's tanked hard... Buy the dip? Might rebound."
Thought flashing: 'Tsk tsk. Ignorant bitches.'
After witnessing millions, billions in carnage, to them it was arcade points.
Greed and hope blinded—saw corpse pile as "opportunity." Classic ant behavior.
Slowly turned chair to face them.
Wore the arrogant smirk of an enlightened sage lording over primitives.
"What do you think this is?"
They exchanged baffled looks at my quiet question.
Tsked pityingly, launched sermon for dumb bitches.
"The party's over."
Nodded at monitor.
"Listen up, you idiots. This chart isn't opportunity—it's a corpse pile. Where the whales who rigged the game finished the feast and left."
Voice cold, clear.
"Poured trillions to lure ants like you, dumped everything at peak. Called a 'dump.' That bottom you're eyeing? Whales' trash—ants passing the bomb with bloody tears in hell."
Paused, scanned their faces.
"But one way to profit from the corpse pile. Guess."
No answer—just sparkling eyes of thirst for knowledge and naked greed.
Hook, line, sinker.
Satisfied, shook head pityingly like teaching worldly truth to brats.
"Even a dead cat bounces once if dropped from high enough."
"...Dead cat?"
Chaewon frowned.
Mocked her ignorance, continued.
"This chart, this coin—dead. Whales gone, left with ants holding bags they overpaid for. But one way to profit atop the pile."
Paused for full attention.
"When it all crashes at once, tiny bounce hits—'technical rebound.' Shorts like me covering profits, idiots like you thinking 'cheap!' and piling in. Tiny cash makes the corpse 'twitch' briefly."
Held up a finger.
"I scalp that twitch—1-2% precisely. Before it flops back down."
Done talking, spun to monitor. Proved it: cursor to faintly twitching post-crash chart.
"Like now."
Click. Click.
Buy and sell in seconds.
3-second affair. New number added.
💰 REALIZED P/L 💰 +1,523,110 KRW Turned back to their dazed faces.
"That's ants like you vs. predators like me. You trade on hope, I on facts. Get it?"
No words—just slow nods like zombies.
Human emotions—contempt, doubt, curiosity—wiped from their eyes.
Replaced by absolute reverence for a god.
Ignored them, turned to monitor.
✨ TOTAL REALIZED P/L ✨ +189,542,830 KRW That glowing number: my power, my divinity.
Today, reborn god in this tiny studio.
Behind, two women worshipped breathlessly.
Basked in their awe, peak satisfaction. Then—
'...Huh?'
Ice-sharp clarity filling my head vanished like mist.
Godlike power to parse world in numbers, read money flows—gone.
Post-Nut Clarity ended.
Left: nicotine-fried brain, fatigue,
And... my loathsome instincts rearing.
Turned to the women. Seconds ago "disciples," now just "bitches."
Awed by money and skill, gaping up at me.
Twisted dominance urge paralyzed reason. Lounged arrogantly, grinned sleazily.
"So, you bitches suck my dick and get off. Okay?"
Crude words froze the air.
Yura and Chaewon slowly eyed each other.
No gaze on me.
Their eyes crossed—I knew they synced perfectly.
Nodded in unison.
Yura first, mocking smirk, whispered to Chaewon.
"Told you? Impressive for a sec, but ultimately a total retard."
Chaewon deep sigh, nodded.
Last awe spark extinguished.
"Yeah, clicks now. Thought he was hot for a bit... totally shattered."
Their quiet chat stabbed my ears.
From world-owning god back to 23-year-old Kim Cheolsu, "retard" to two bitches.