Chapter 64
Chapter 64
The Black-Haired Investor Who Awakened as a Superhuman - Episode 064
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Tether is simple.
To issue a Stable Coin worth $1, you receive $1 from the player.
Whether that money is actually in the Tether account is something you'd have to verify, but at least on the surface, it's intuitive.
$1 in cash comes in, and one USDT worth $1 is issued.
It's a structure like a cash-collateralized bond.
But Terraform Labs?
They're talking about something on a completely different level.
They're issuing a UST Stable Coin worth $1, but they're not receiving even a single cent of real dollars.
Tether claims to use the dollars deposited by players as collateral, but what is Terra relying on?
Incredibly, they're saying they'll use their own governance coin, Luna ($LUNA), as collateral.
Without any external assets like cash, gold, or Bitcoin, they're claiming that another coin they created is "worth $1."
It's more absurd than any ridiculous product I've ever seen.
If you write "$1" on a common piece of paper and claim it's worth $1, wouldn't everyone think you're crazy? It's exactly like that.
But what's even more chilling is that it's going to work.
New technology called Blockchain.
An innovative vision called Decentralized Finance. And…
Pegging.
Algorithm adjustment.
Arbitrage, etc…
When you hear promotions filled with such professional and fancy terms, it will seem plausible and impressive to the average person.
The young Korean CEO of Terraform Labs is definitely capable.
He's trying to beautifully package the Cryptocurrency industry's long-held dream of maintaining a Stable Coin with algorithms and present it to the public.
He might genuinely believe in his project.
Having never experienced the harshness of the real capital world, the code snippets on the monitor might seem more real than reality.
But it's too obvious to me.
This is an inevitable growing pain in the path of Decentralized Finance (DeFi).
Nevertheless, what's clear is that.
Terra is going to be a huge hit in the Cryptocurrency market, and ignoring it would be foolish.
If profits are shimmering right in front of you, you'd be an idiot not to take them.
"...I should increase the allocation to this area."
* * *
[ AlphaNova (Cryptocurrency Venture Capital)
» Investment Progress
• Compound ($COMP): $1M
• Uniswap ($UNI): $1M
• Pancake Swap ($CAKE): $1M
• Luna ($LUNA): $2M ]
Spending money was quick.
Currently, the only coin issued is Terraform Labs' Luna.
But the other four are yet to be issued.
Even securing the initial supply requires providing LP liquidity to their platforms or consistently creating usage records.
There were quite a few conditions that required ecosystem participation.
And there were many tasks that required time and effort, not just a simple click.
But Barry Silbert was decisive. He was taking on that troublesome task.
Moreover, he was also buying up Luna coins.
He'd have his employees do it, but isn't that the same thing?
"Let's have a drink sometime. I'll have many things to ask you about as well."
"Sure. Contact me anytime. I'll be waiting."
* * *
As soon as I came out of the building, I saw a black Toyota parked right on the roadside.
It was Logan's SUV.
Seeing that it had moved slightly from the parking area where he had initially dropped me off, it seemed Logan hadn't missed it either.
I went straight to the back seat instead of the passenger seat.
Logan turned his head and scanned me once.
His eyes were coldly sharp.
He fixed his gaze on the opposite lane.
There, a black BMW 5 Series was parked.
The license plate wasn't the blurry commercial trash that rental cars usually have.
It was clean like a regular vehicle, but it couldn't fool my eyes.
The spacing and font of the letters seemed normal at first glance, but they were subtly different from those produced in a formal process.
Even one of the screws fixing the license plate was slightly twisted.
Very subtle differences that ordinary people wouldn't notice‒
But the fact that they prepared such a vehicle in the middle of Manhattan meant that they likely had collaborators here.
They weren't just some cheap killer. Having infrastructure here was proof that they were official.
Those guys had appeared this morning.
More than that, I was seeing Logan in a new light.
'I didn't think he'd notice.'
I said.
"It's too bright. Should we lure them to the training ground first?"
Logan's gaze remained fixed on the opposite side, unmoving.
"What are you going to do?"
"If it's there, we have space and no prying eyes. We can do anything."
"The team members are waiting at the training ground. Today's training..."
"Tell them to clear it out. It's better not to have too many witnesses."
For the first time, Logan moved. It was a small movement of his hands as he took out his phone and manipulated it, but decisiveness was evident within it.
I was surprised that he had noticed those guys tailing us, but he surprised me once again.
Incredibly, this man…
Was thinking of helping me.
"Are you sure they're not people from your company, Representative?"
Logan asked. Here, "company" didn't mean my Wall Street company.
Central Intelligence Agency?
National Security Agency?
Defense Intelligence Agency?
Whatever it was, from the moment he saluted me yesterday, I had noticed what kind of person he was mistaking me for.
"Of course not."
"Then that's fine. I'll assume your company will take legal responsibility."
Legal responsibility disputes in advance, considering the possibility of actual combat?
A true professional is different.
His realistic attitude reminded me once again.
A US Army Special Forces instructor and mercenary working for a private military company is driving, and official agents from England are tailing me.
But this isn't a movie, it's reality.
"Let's go."
Logan turned the steering wheel.
The Toyota roared and entered the road.
* * *
"Have you seen John Wick? The movie John Wick."
I asked.
Logan's brow, which had been stiff with tension, narrowed even further. He checked me in the rearview mirror and answered.
"I have."
"That's me. I think I can do more than that level."
Logan's eyes paused in the rearview mirror for a moment.
"...I'm well aware."
I slowly exhaled like a sigh and said.
"No. It won't be just that level. Now that I think about it, I don't think I'll even get hurt."
"Who are those guys?"
"They're officials from the UK. I'll have to catch them to know for sure, but it's likely they're from the Ministry of Defence (DI).
They're probably feeling conflicted about why they're doing this all the way here, and on the other hand, they're probably very scared."
"……."
"Those guys, right now. They came to kidnap an American from Wall Street. In our American land."
I continued.
"That's a violation of our American sovereignty and a violation of international human rights conventions. It's also against agreements between allied countries.
It's a clear illegal act. They're completely ignoring not only American law but also international law.
Targeting American citizens on American soil like this is an utterly unacceptable and heinous act.
The moment it's brought up, it's an issue that will inevitably cause huge international repercussions.
So how scared and nervous must those guys be?"
What I really wanted to say was next.
"I won't be defeated by those guys who are trembling with that kind of mentality. So Logan, don't get involved.
When we arrive at the training ground, come in with me and then leave through the back door. It's less of a burden for me if there are no witnesses on my side."
After hearing everything I said, Logan was silent for a moment.
While the Toyota was speeding down the road, his eyes in the rearview mirror gradually changed.
I could sense that the misunderstanding he had about me was being resolved.
Well, that's why I was rambling on and on.
Out of loyalty to someone who volunteered to take on this danger, even risking their life.
Whether it was out of a sense of responsibility as a hired bodyguard.
Or out of the combat instincts ingrained in him since his Green Beret days.
Or out of the human impulse to protect the person next to him.
Whatever it was.
The fact that he's holding the steering wheel for me right now doesn't change.
And crack!–
More than anything, my brain was telling me. I can trust Logan.
That's why I said it.
"I'm an ordinary American citizen."
With that, I blew away even the slightest confusion that remained in Logan.
His eyes widened slightly in the rearview mirror as he looked at me.
"I made a lot of money in the stock market, and those guys are criminals sent by a player who lost to me. They're colluding with the British government.
That's really all there is to it, but of course, it's hard to believe. I can't believe this situation myself right now."
This time, Logan's low and deep voice came back immediately.
"Representative. Those kinds of situations are our specialty. Can you trust us and leave it to us?"
* * *
My Father's Korean proverb also referred to this situation.
'Stepping on a rat while walking backward.'
The guys from England were unlucky.
By chance, special mercenary team members were gathered at the training ground under the pretext of training me.
They were former Green Beret Special Forces members who had been trained by Logan, and they had often worked together as a team in the private military industry after their discharge, strengthening their camaraderie.
A whole squad's worth of people.
Armed with firearms, they exchanged hand signals with each other.
The moment they narrowed the encirclement towards the BMW parked at a distance.
The operation was already over.
The four guys from England were bound and dragged into the training ground.
I stayed in the Toyota while Logan, who had gone in with them, returned from there.
Rather, it was because Logan advised that it would be more legally advantageous for me, a civilian, not to get involved.
And what was important to me was not punishing those mere underlings.
When I lowered the window, Logan reported briefly.
"You were right."
His face and collar were splattered with blood that hadn't been there when he went in.
Even though the British guys had learned techniques to endure torture and psychological pressure with the Capture Awareness Course (CAC), it couldn't be helped.
Since the British guys were caught on our American soil, they had no choice but to lose their minds.
"Huntington."
Logan's answer clearly pierced my ears.
That's right.
Honestly, I can't deny that there was a weak part of me that hoped it wasn't true.
But now that I've caught their tail like this, I have justification in any situation. Now the British government can't say anything to me.
"Thank you, Logan. Now that it's come to this, let's ask for one more favor."
"Tell me."
"So that those guys can't escape. Please take good care of them."
He didn't open his mouth any further, finishing his answer with a short nod.
Even now, he had crossed the line deeply enough.
I got out of the car and turned around.
Kyle Huntington, the time had finally come to end that psycho.