$ONT Fellow cultivators... I beg you to help me.

Tonight, I feel like a wasted loose cultivator, my spiritual stones are exhausted, and my elixirs have run out.

In this ten square meter rental room, darkness presses down like fog,

I shake out the last bit of tobacco from the cigarette butt, roll it up in paper, choking me to tears.

The cultivators say that mortals spend their lives pursuing ascension.

I have no celestial bones, so I can only stare at this broken K-line chart, treating the ups and downs as tribulations to endure.

But I want...

I want to feel just once, that feeling of the rich —

"spiritual stones piled up in the warehouse, magical treasures exchanged at will."

Fellow cultivators,

Help me open a long position on ONT.

Let me take a gamble on my fate and catch a glimpse of that light in the clouds.

Let me know,

Is "eating and taking" as satisfying as ascension —

Can it reignite this dead ash in my heart and chest?

I know I don't deserve it,

But at this moment I am willing to prostrate myself, begging you,

Even if I have no positions left, I still want to see you win.

Fly for me once.

Let me taste the flavor of the heavens once.