My Account Died
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Today my account died. Or maybe it was yesterday.
What the hell happened?
My pathetic account, too broke to even afford a single meal, finally kicked the bucket today.
"Heh heh heh heh…."
I'd felt a bit of a reality check seeing everyone celebrate over a measly 1.4 billion, but….
There was one big difference from my past life.
The money I made off Han Siul Biotech directly translated to quality of life improvements.
"Sis."
"Yeah? You call me?"
"Why are you grinning like that? You look like some kinda villain."
"…That's harsh."
"Still, it's nice seeing you smile, sis."
Since this was money I desperately needed, I decided to just bask in the joy this time, honestly.
Plus, unlike my past life, I was investing in this shitty environment, so what can I say—it felt like playing the game with handicaps.
That must've been why the dopamine hit was double.
"But sis, what if you lost the money?"
"If there was even a chance of that, I wouldn't have taken out a loan using Grandpa's house docs."
"But nothing's absolute in this world, right? Even hypothetically, what if you did lose it all?"
"I'd have a way."
"…Like what?"
Time for some honesty.
Of course, Han Siul Biotech was obviously a ticking time bomb that would blow up eventually.
No way a gamble like that succeeds when you're physically short on cash.
But that didn't guarantee my safety either.
"What else? Sell all my sellable organs, pay back as much as I can, and if that fails, dive into the Han River to check the water temp."
"…What?"
"Kidding. Sorry."
In truth, 200 million won in seed money—my principal—was peanuts.
And using leverage meant losses could exceed the principal.
If I fucked up the timing even slightly, I'd be a margin call victim too.
Of course, the odds of me missing the timing were basically zero.
"Don't even joke about that."
"Sorry. To me, that's like saying the Earth might get wiped out by a meteor tomorrow."
"Yeah. You're smart, sis, so you wouldn't do anything that risky."
Anyway, after spending a few days cleaning the room with Seola, I could finally see the end of this hellish chore.
Honestly, my basement studio had been a literal trash heap until recently.
You couldn't even step on the floor without trash everywhere.
And there were towers of delivery food waste stacked up in the room….
"Sis, you said you never even went outside—where the hell did all this trash come from?"
"Ahem. Didn't realize before, but these days you can get convenience store stuff delivered too."
"That's not why I asked!"
"…Sorry."
"I'm not saying sorry fixes it…. Whatever. Just hurry up and clean."
Of course, the room itself was a disaster.
But maybe the real issue wasn't just the room.
Maybe holing up in here every day, lost in depressing thoughts, was the true problem?
…Yeah, I get why some people just rot away on galleries now.
People glued to online communities.
Society points fingers, calling them misfits.
But I saw it differently.
Maybe they were so unhappy they could only laugh at memes.
Or maybe communities were the only place they could laugh at all.
"Sis. Let's go buy some clothes today first."
"Clothes? I got clothes."
"You don't mean that hoodie, right?"
"Nah, I got other hoodies too."
"You wanna get scolded for real? You need clothes you can actually show people!"
Is that why?
This didn't feel all bad.
I was smiling whenever I was with Seola.
Though I still thought hoodies were plenty presentable.
Real-time loss certifications pouring in.
Seeing those loss amounts sent chills down my spine.
"Whoa, if not for that guy, I'd be fucked."
ReturnMy10BillionDollars.
I had no idea what this person did for a living.
But they clearly had deep stock knowledge.
They read the latest reports, monitored everything, knew all the jargon.
The friend who recommended Han Siul Biotech to me.
Sounded like he'd taken massive losses already.
He mentioned considering part-time work, but I doubted a dog like him would actually do it.
After making easy money, no way he'd stick to a job.
Obviously, I didn't mention pulling out early.
But naturally, I thought if I hadn't sold Han Siul, I'd be in the same boat.
It sucked a bit thinking about the extra profits from shorting, but….
I knew that was hindsight now.
"Oh. Next one?"
I was the first to check the post as soon as it went up.
Could've used the burger coupons, sure.
But I didn't feel like it.
Wanted the people talking suicide to eat them instead.
"Welcome."
"One X please."
"Could I see your ID?"
"Sure, one sec…."
"No photos. But if you have mobile resident registration…."
Instead, I started working diligently, making money while trading stocks.
Felt like just following this person would make me rich.
Needed to stack cash during gaps to follow better.
And at some point, this shit part-time job started feeling rewarding.
When was the last time I stuck to something this steadily?
Of course, the job still sucked.
Me changing didn't change the customers.
But at least when it ended, it felt good.
How long since I escaped NEET life?
Finally, the post I'd been waiting for dropped.