Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Whale Hunting
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The world felt as if it had entered a state of perfect clarity, like a mirror still as water—everything silent and transparent.
The usual impatience and base desires had sunk into the deep abyss, leaving only pure, cold reason floating on the surface.
I turned my thoughts to the guy called "me."
Kim Cheolsu without Post-Nut Clarity.
He's just a fucking idiot.
A gambling addict hooked on trading, unable to resist diving into coins and mindlessly yelling "to the moon!"
And despite all that, his sex drive overflows, so the moment he has money, he's busy buying women—a pathetic life.
But once I climbed that mountain called "money," I saw an even bigger one beyond it: "success."
A new desire took root inside me—not just to be rich, but to become a "success" who dominates the market.
Yet on this path to "success," what held me back was none other than the "method."
Unlike those fleeting moments of clarity where earning the price of a 3,000-won coffee made me feel like I owned the world,
now the money moving at my fingertips was enough to change someone's life—or even drive them to "death."
My single click was undoubtedly a "disaster" by another name for someone. Like with Helios.
The coin market is a jungle from the start.
No—a battlefield without gunfire. Countless ants spin their hope circuits yelling "to the moon,"
but their greed just ends up as fodder for bigger, faster predators.
Zero-sum game.
What I gain, someone loses.
That's the only rule in this game.
The guy who offed himself during Helios was the same.
He brought on greed he couldn't handle himself.
But what fueled that greed and pushed him into the abyss? None other than me.
Over that mind as clear as a still mirror, Yura's voice echoed.
"You're freaking out right now because of that incident, aren't you?"
She was right.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The reason a total moron like me acted even more idiotic in front of Choi Yang
was exactly as Yura said—I wanted to escape those shitty thoughts, even for a moment.
I'm not a good guy.
No, I was born without even the luxury to live a good life.
That didn't make me some grand villain, though.
I just like money,
I like women,
and I have a slightly stronger desire to succeed than most—
an utterly ordinary human.
Yeah, that's about it.
This weird ability called Post-Nut Clarity doesn't change my essence.
Peel back the shell, and I'm still that idiot Kim Cheolsu.
Could a guy like me really become a cold-blooded monster, popping champagne without a care after raking in trillions on the blood and tears of countless people?
Who knows...?
The answer to the question I posed myself was negative.
The coin market isn't some noble stock exchange where you invest in value.
It's just a slaughterhouse of desire where bigger greed devours smaller greed, bigger madness consumes smaller madness—everyone eating each other.
In such a brutal market, could my mentality hold up unscathed?
Even now proves it doesn't.
The moment Helios's ghost shook my mental, I was bowing to the "demonic scripture" my mentor gave me, performing some nine-bow ritual bullshit.
All of it stemmed from my anxiety and weakness.
So, give it all up?
Now?
Tsk...
No, I can't stomach that.
>Because nothing's more horrific than being born an idiot, living as one, and dying as one.
Post-Nut Clarity wasn't omnipotent.
It couldn't produce a "miracle" answer to this unsolvable problem.
Time marched on regardless of my torment, and finally, the opening day for Blue Sky's office arrived.
The sky was a flawless blue, like a lie.
Beneath that azure expanse, a two-story new-build with floor-to-ceiling glass stood arrogantly.
"Damn, this is killer."
Sitting in the driver's seat, I grinned in satisfaction at our new castle.
Han Yura in the passenger seat scanned the building from behind her sunglasses, while Choi Yang in the back had her mouth half-open, unable to tear her eyes from the window.
Since that stormy night a few days ago, a strange silence had hung between us, but today, everyone seemed unable to hide their excitement for the fresh start.
"Let's go—to our castle!"
In front of the building waited Yoon Chaewon, fresh from her grandma's place,
and Haneul, the real master of this house, bouncing excitedly while holding her hand.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass into Blue Sky's first-floor conference room.
I lounged back in a top-grade leather chair, propping my feet up on the massive wooden table.
"Alright, listen up! Blue Sky's first meeting, you lot."
To my right, CFO Han Yura stared at me like I was ridiculous. To my left, our household manager Yoon Chaewon fidgeted, glancing nervously at me.
And across from me, Choi Yang propped her chin, her face screaming, "This idiot's our CEO?"
I grinned contentedly and continued.
"First off, applause! We hit 13.8 billion on Helios! Bought this shiny building and made us all billionaires. Admit it?"
No one clapped, but I rambled on excitedly by myself.
"But here's the problem. Our money's too big now—scalping won't multiply it like before."
Yura sighed.
"Fine in a bull market, but this slump? Too much cash to handle."
"Exactly!"
I snapped my fingers with glee.
"Say we dump 5 billion into something like old Helios? Market sniffs it out instantly: 'Huh? Something's up.'"
Chaewon tilted her head.
"Why? More money's better, right?"
"Nah! Think about it. A coin with 500 million daily volume—we slam in 5 billion?"
I spread my arms dramatically.
"It rockets to the sky! 1000% pump, chaos. But the issue is..."
Choi Yang said flatly.
"Everyone notices."
"Bingo!"
I pointed at her triumphantly.
"Our seed's too big for quick scalps. That's why we ran the hype war on Helios."
My voice turned serious. The room grew heavy fast.
"Couldn't pump directly with our funds, so we stirred the ants to do it for us."
Yura looked uncomfortable.
"Bringing that up again?"
"Just facts."
I gave a wry smile.
"Choi Yang needs to know too. What happened..."
Chaewon spoke cautiously.
"...Someone killed themselves."
Silence fell.
Choi Yang finally looked serious.
"For real? Who died?"
"Yeah."
I nodded.
"All-in on tuition money. Couldn't exit the dump. Made the news."
Yura said coldly.
"Don't talk like that. We didn't kill him ourselves."
"True, but..."
I scratched my head.
"It happened because of the situation we created. Can't just brush it off."
Choi Yang shrugged.
"Coin market's always like that, no? No one forced him."
"Still..."
Chaewon hesitated.
"Feels off."
I sighed deeply.
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