How I transformed from a 'leek' into a spiky cactus - the blood and tears behind 'Leeks Love to Play'.

At three in the morning, I stared at the cliff-like drop in the K-line on my phone screen, my finger trembling over the 'Close Position' button - this was my seventh liquidation in the crypto world.

At the moment when my last 20,000 USDT was forcibly liquidated, I heard the sound of my heart stopping. That was the 'turning point' I got by mortgaging my wedding house behind my family's back, and at that moment, all that remained was the exchange's glaring red pop-up: 'Liquidation price 2650, loss rate 98.7%'.

This is the moment of the birth of 'Leeks Love to Play'.

Only when all leverage ratios went to zero did I realize: in the crypto world, the cost of 'loving to play' is not money, but buying a ticket to understanding with bloody lessons - the 20% position management rule was bought with a 100% liquidation, the support level in the K-line chart was built from the corpses of real money, and those KOLs shouting 'hundred times myth' have long hidden their scythes behind their smiles.

Why do I insist on using this self-deprecating ID?

The epitaph on the tombstone

This ID is engraved with the seven mathematical fees I have paid: contract leverage liquidation, dogecoin going to zero, being scammed by a fake wallet... Every loss over 20% at midnight is a rite of passage for newcomers in the crypto world.

The tattoo of the survivor

When I sent my suicide note to the rights protection group at the edge of the rooftop, only to be pulled back to reality by an old leek saying, "You have to have been liquidated 50 times to call yourself a player," I suddenly understood: true growth is not about avoiding the scythe, but learning to grow armor from the wounds.

The torch of the dark forest

Now, whenever I see newcomers shouting 'All in Doge' and 'Just go for a hundred times contract', it feels like seeing the greedy and desperate version of myself from three years ago. This ID serves as a warning for those who come after: 'There is a deep abyss ahead, but I have walked through it.'

All the leeks

We all pretended to be calm during the waterfall crash, but panicked and cut losses when it rebounded by 0.5%.

We all treated white papers as the Bible until we discovered that the project parties had long since changed professions to sell Bibles.

We all thought we were the chosen ones, only to admit we were just the meat chickens raised by the manipulators.

But this is the most charming paradox of the crypto world - those who kill us will eventually make us stronger. When I learned to self-deprecate as a 'leek', I broke free from the shackles of fear: admitting weakness allows for rational position building, facing desire enables strict discipline.

So now I bear this ID, sharing short strategies and long opportunities in the community every day. It's not about showing off expertise, but wanting to tell all those capital manipulators:

You see, this leek that was once cut to the root is now touching the sunlight with new shoots growing from its scars.

If you have ever clutched your phone late at night waiting to break even, if you have experienced the collapse of your mindset from 'I want to get rich' to 'Let me just break even', welcome to follow this spiky old leek, and together we will turn our scars into a compass in the dark forest of crypto.

Why does this story make your fingers tremble?

Because it’s not about the origin of a certain ID, but all the collective trauma and awakening of people in the crypto world - we are all using real money to buy two things: the illusion of getting rich, and the silver needle that pierces the illusion. And what is truly valuable is always the latter.