The Rise and Fall of the Cryptocurrency World: From Shitcoins to the Dream Journey of MOCO
Chapter 1: The Million Regrets in the Shitcoin Frenzy
In 2021, the cryptocurrency market was engulfed in an absurd carnival. With just 10,000 USDT in hand, I dove headfirst into the vortex of shitcoins (Shib) like a gambler. The K-line chart on the Matcha platform was jumping frantically before my eyes, and the green numbers of gains stimulated my nerves like an aphrodisiac. From the initial small decimal places to the moment when my earnings broke through 1.7 million USDT, I felt like I was standing at the pinnacle of wealth.
But greed is the poison of human nature. When the coin price retraced and was halved, panic instantly consumed my rationality. In a state of confusion, I hurriedly pressed the sell button, and the text alert of 970,000 USDT arriving felt like a death knell that shattered my dreams of sudden wealth. Just three days later, shitcoins, like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, skyrocketed to a 100-fold increase. The 10,000-fold profit that should have been in my hands turned into a lifetime of regretful “what ifs.”
Chapter 2: The Moment of Liquidation on the Contract Battlefield
Before the text alert of 970,000 USDT could even warm my hands, I plunged into the hell of Bitcoin contracts. From May 12 to 20, 2021, those days known as the “injection market” by seasoned investors saw the K-line chart twitch violently like an electrocardiogram. I prided myself on mastering market rules, jumping repeatedly between long and short positions with high leverage, until the red “liquidation” alerts filled the entire screen—at the moment all numbers hit zero, my phone slipped from my hand, and the screen cracked like spider webs, just like my shattered wealth dream.
Chapter 3: The Rebirth Ticket on the MOCO Route
Four years later, I reopened the trading software. The K-line chart was still pulsating, but this time my fingers no longer trembled. The white paper for the multi-zero coin MOCO lay on the table, with past missed opportunities and painful failures crystallized into the blood and tears lessons in my notes: “Take profit line = lifeline,” “Leverage is a double-edged sword,” “Always keep 30% of the principal.”
I set the MOCO logo as my phone wallpaper, repeatedly checking its contract address like an old sailor fondling a ticket. My backpack was filled with printed trading strategies, and the laces of my hiking boots were tied tighter than ever before—this time, I would be the helmsman, not a drifting weed. The winds and waves of the sea of wealth were still turbulent, but finally, my compass was engraved with the word “awe.”
