When he first found me, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled like a dry leaf struck by the cold wind. "It's all gone," he said, "three hundred thousand, three months' salary." The person on the other end of the screen was just an ordinary person consumed by the vortex of virtual currency. My heart softened, and I decided to help him.

At first, he was like a devout student, diligently writing down every trading rule I shared. Setting stop-loss points, controlling positions, resisting FOMO emotions—he recited them perfectly. When the account grew from the remaining fifty thousand back to one hundred and fifty thousand, his excited voice message broke into a squeak: "Teacher! You are truly my reborn parents!"

The first breach of discipline came unexpectedly. One deep night, he suddenly invested all his funds into a certain dog coin, solely because "someone in a group said it would pump soon." The next day, he woke up to find his account had shrunk by forty percent again. I suppressed my anger: "Why didn’t you wait for the signal?" He stammered, "I was afraid of missing the opportunity..."

The second redemption was harder than the first. I made him write a letter of guarantee and even set up a trading password for protection. When the funds began to rise again, I noticed a subtle change—he no longer asked about technical analysis, only cared about "how many times it could multiply." That familiar frenzy flickered again in his words.

The last crash happened at three in the morning. He mortgaged his car and fully chased a certain shitcoin when it surged, completely ignoring the exit signals I had repeatedly reminded him of. When the liquidation notice came, he sent twenty voice messages in a row, each one filled with a breaking voice.

I didn’t open the last few voice messages. I simply took a screenshot of our chat history—where every reminder, every rule, and every promise he made of "never again" was clearly recorded. Then I pressed the delete key.

In the moment the screen went dark, I realized I was deleting not just a recalcitrant speculator, but also my naive savior complex. In this jungle where greed is infinitely amplified, discipline is the only talisman, and some people are destined to offer it as a sacrifice to their inner demons. The cryptocurrency world never kills; it is always humans who destroy themselves.

Before, I was stumbling around in the dark alone; now I hold the light.

The light has always been on, will you follow? @币来财888