Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Battle of Red Cliffs
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Up until now, it had been practice scrimmages against the ants.
From here on out, it was the real war.
In my Post-Nut Clarity state, I re-analyzed the state of the battlefield.
The first whale was an info warfare specialist with roughly 2 to 3 billion in funds.
The second whale specialized in volume manipulation with about 5 billion.
The third whale wielded 10 billion in capital and was a master at community manipulation, while the fourth was unidentified but likely a foreign fund.
My own forces amounted to around 1.5 billion, combining realized profits and spare cash.
But I had Post-Nut Clarity for flawless judgment, informational superiority as the architect who designed this game from the start, and the public opinion network of Choi Yang, Yura, and Chaewon.
They crushed me in raw capital.
But I had the edge in information and timing.
The reason Liu Bei's forces beat Cao Cao's 800,000-strong army at the Battle of Red Cliffs wasn't superior numbers.
It was knowing which way the wind was blowing.
Same with me. I knew the direction of the market's wind.
8 PM. First clash.
The first whale kicked off the community info war.
Through multiple accounts, it spread completely fake news simultaneously: "Helios dev team has a major announcement tomorrow," "Related to a partnership with SeongSong," "Checked it out—there's really an online press conference tomorrow at 2 PM."
The ants started to waver.
With the same story popping up everywhere, they reacted like something big was brewing.
That's when I counterattacked.
Through Choi Yang.
She fact-checked: She'd checked Helios's official Twitter, no notice about any press conference tomorrow, and asked a contact on the dev team—no such plans.
With her high credibility, the tide turned instantly.
People checked the official Twitter themselves—nothing there—and started voicing suspicions that it was fake info.
The first whale's info war failed.
9 PM. Second clash.
The second whale went on the offensive with sheer volume.
Suddenly, a 1 billion buy order stacked up at 2,000 won. A blatant flex of overwhelming capital.
The ants got hyped: "Whoa, a 1 billion buy wall? This is a real big player!"
But I knew its true intent.
Plant the illusion of a safety net with that buy wall, then dump from behind.
I launched my counter immediately.
Placed a 300 million sell order at 2,050 won.
At the same time, a 100 million buy order at 1,950 won.
I was dumping first—right on top of this bastard's buy wall.
"You wanna hold it up? Fine, I'll dump first."
The second whale panicked.
While its buy wall acted as a shield, someone else was dumping over it.
In the end, it had no choice but to pull the buy order.
As the 1 billion evaporated, the ants grew uneasy again.
10 PM. Third clash.
The biggest one moved. The third whale with 10 billion in capital.
It straight-up manipulated the chart.
Forced a vertical spike from 2,000 to 2,300 won.
Dumped over 2 billion in volume in minutes to stage a pump.
The ants went berserk. "Broke 2,300! This is it, jackpot!" They piled in with more buys.
But I played it slyer.
Started dumping 500 million at 2,250 won.
At the same time, Choi Yang sowed doubt in the community.
"It's rising too fast, kinda scary. Feels like someone's pumping it artificially... Gotta be careful."
Her credible warning spread unease among the ants.
I was shaving off the price the third whale had pumped with 2 billion—using just 500 million.
It was trapped, advance or retreat both disastrous.
Keep supporting, and it'd need even more cash; abandon it, and the 2 billion was lost.
I acted boldly, like Zhuge Liang abandoning an empty castle.
Outgunned in cash, but I led in psychological warfare.
The whales started suspecting each other.
"Who's dumping first?"
"Who's selling in this situation?"
"What if there's a traitor among us?"
Exactly the scenario I wanted.
The moment Cao Cao's chained fleet turned on each other in suspicion.
Now kill each other. Complete the grand finale of volume.
In Post-Nut Clarity, I orchestrated it all like a conductor.
As the whales grew suspicious, I lit the final fuse.
11 PM. Whales' mutual assured destruction begins.
The first whale panicked.
Its info war had flopped, and while the others fought volume battles, it was the only one taking losses.
"These bastards, making a fool outta me?"
Dumped 3 billion at 2,200 won in one go.
Price plummeted 7% from 2,200 to 2,050 won instantly.
Right then, I analyzed the first whale's chart pattern.
This guy's style: dump hard, then quick rebound to fake "support level formed."
I mimicked it perfectly.
Bought 200 million at 2,050 won, pumped it back to 2,080 won.
First whale: "Huh? Who's copying my pattern?"
The second whale flew into a rage.
"That fucker betrayed first!"
Retaliated by dumping 5 billion at 2,000 won.
But its pattern was stair-step decline. Not all at once—drop a bit every 10 minutes to look "natural."
I copied it on the spot.
2,000 → 1,980 → 1,960 → 1,940 won.
Precisely 20 won drops every 10 minutes.
Second whale: "Weird... Who's exactly copying my chart pattern..."
The real cunning came next.
Pretending to be the first whale's account, I executed the second whale's stair-step.
Now the second whale got suspicious.
"Huh? How does that bastard know my signature stair-step drop?"
Meanwhile, the first whale was confused too.
"When did I ever stair-step? I dump all at once then rebound."
11:30 PM. Third whale enters, patterns mix chaotically.
The third whale lost it completely.
"Wanna all die together?"
Blanketed 10 billion from 1,800 down to 1,500 won.
But its pattern was V-shaped crash then instant rebound.
Drop hard, recover half right away to fool ants into thinking "bottomed out."
1,800 → 1,500 (crash) → 1,650 (rebound).
I copied the V perfectly.
Crashed from 1,650 to 1,450, then rebounded to 1,550 instantly.
Third whale: "What the hell? Who's copying my V pattern?"
But I wasn't done.
I started blending all their patterns.
First whale's crash → third's V rebound → second's stair-step decline.
1,550 to 1,400 crash at once (first style).
1,400 to 1,480 instant V rebound (third style).
1,480 → 1,460 → 1,440 → 1,420 stair-step (second style).
The whales plunged into total chaos.
First: "When did I mix V rebound with stair-steps?"
Second: "Who's blending crashes and rebounds into my stair-step?"
Third: "My V pattern's contaminated with the others!"
Midnight. Fourth whale joins, total pattern mayhem.
The fourth whale jumped in too. The presumed foreign fund played its last card.
Its pattern: sideways manipulation.
Buy/sell in a tight range to fake "big money supporting," then yank the rug suddenly.
Sideways 1,200-1,250 for 30 minutes, then crash to 800.
I mashed every pattern together at once.
Fourth's sideways → first's crash → third's V → second's stair → back to fourth's sideways.
1,200-1,250 sideways 10 min → crash to 1,000 → V to 1,100 → stair 1,100→1,080→1,060 → sideways 1,060-1,080.
All whales saw their patterns mangled and freaked out.
First: "Who's mixing my crash with the others'?"
Second: "My stair-step's jumbled with sideways and V!"
Third: "My V's totally polluted!"
Fourth: "Feels like one guy's manipulating all our patterns..."
But it was way too late.
Suspicion of "someone's puppeteering us" made the whales attack each other even harder.
Each thought the others were mimicking them, so they had to dump faster, harder.
Total volume broke 40 billion.
1 AM. My pattern harvest.
While they killed each other over suspected patterns, I exploited every one.
Buy bottoms on their crashes.
Sell peaks on their V rebounds.
S nip buys on each stair step.
Scalp the box on sideways.
Did 127 round trips with 5.2 billion, averaging 1.8% profit each.
127 × 1.8% = 228% total return.
5.2 billion × 228% = 11.9 billion profit.
Combined with prior funds: 17.1 billion total.
Final realized profit: 11.9 billion won.
Just like Cao Cao's 800,000 navy burning each other in the chained ships at Red Cliffs, the whales collapsed suspecting one another's chart patterns.
And like Zhuge Liang, I mimicked each whale's patterns to pit them against each other, then harvested 11.9 billion in spoils from the chaos.
The volume finale was complete.
Everything wrapped at 2 AM.
The decisive day to pluck the final fruit.
Yura and Chaewon stood silently behind me, eyes on the monitors.
I cracked my stiff neck side to side, then turned.
Our part-timer Choi Yang was crashed out on the little sofa in the corner.
Payment for perfectly playing Huang Gai in the community for 24 hours straight.
Yun Haneul (age 6), the one being in this house I couldn't beat, was probably dreaming away like a good kid from Dreamland.
Nothing standing in the way of my reward now.
I quietly got up and pulled out my prepared gifts.
Black and gold.
Custom collars and tails in their colors.
Black leather collar and tail for Yura.
Gold chain collar and tail for Chaewon.
Trophies for the 13.8 billion victory.
The two took them in trembling hands, murmuring in awe.
"Fuck................"
But that curse held no refusal—just resignation.
Before 13.8 billion, pride meant nothing.
I grinned wide at my two favorite bitches.
"Aww, my puppies feeling cooped up? Come on, let's go for a walk with oppa~"
Something I'd always wanted to try.
Naked walk!
Man's romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Double edition too!!!!!!!!