🐉 Chapter 1 – "Me and the ordeal at Linh Hải 87k"

When the heavens and the earth were still, and the market had not yet surged, I boarded the boat with the BTC at the threshold of 83 thousand 400 spirit stones.

At that time, many looked up to the sky, calling me crazy, saying the peak was near. But I did not listen to the words of people – I heard the call from within the Dao.

The boat floated gently, my heart was at peace. Soon enough, BTC surpassed 87 thousand – the spiritual energy accumulated, the mind demons arose, and people's hearts stirred. The small Daoists began to lament, FOMO surged, and losses became a narrative.

As for me, I remained still, my gaze unchanged. I only gently took a few spirit stones from my storage bag and handed them to the old boatman:

"Boatman, row steadily. The shore is still far, but the Dao is long."

Everyone has their ordeals, but not everyone carries the mindset… to sit atop the ordeal, sip tea, watch the candle, and wait for a breakout of karmic retribution.

I do not need luck; I need the moment. And the moment… will come.