A喜水木丶
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The Rise and Fall of the Crypto World: The Dream Journey from SHIB to MOCO
Chapter 1: A Million Regrets in the Shitcoin Frenzy
In 2021, the cryptocurrency market was engulfed in an absurd carnival. Clutching my only 10,000 USDT, I dove headfirst into the vortex of shitcoins (Shib) like a gambler. The K-line chart on the Matcha platform danced frantically before my eyes, and the green numbers of gains stimulated my nerves like a drug— from the initial few digits after the decimal point to the moment my profits soared to 1.7 million USDT, I felt like I was at the pinnacle of wealth.
But greed is the poison of human nature. When the coin price halved during a correction, panic instantly devoured my rationality. In a state of confusion, I pressed the sell button, and the SMS notification of 970,000 USDT arriving felt like a death knell shattering my dreams of sudden wealth. Just three days later, the shitcoin broke free like a wild horse, skyrocketing by 100 times. The 10,000-fold profit that should have been mine turned into an everlasting “if” that I would regret for the rest of my life.
Chapter 2: The Moment of Zeroing Out on the Contract Battlefield
The SMS notification of 970,000 USDT hadn’t even warmed up in my mind when I plunged into the hellish battlefield of Bitcoin contracts. From May 12 to 20, 2021, during those days referred to as the “injection market” by veteran traders, the K-line chart twitched violently like an ECG. I prided myself on mastering market trends, oscillating between long and short positions with high leverage, until the red “liquidation” alerts flooded the entire screen—at the moment all numbers hit zero, my phone slipped from my hand, the screen cracking like spider silk, just like my shattered dreams of wealth.
Chapter 3: The Rebirth Ticket on the MOCO Route
Four years later, I reopened the trading software. The K-line chart still pulsated, but this time my fingers no longer trembled. The white paper of the multi-zero coin MOCO lay on the table, and the past missed opportunities and defeats crystallized into 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 rubbing his ticket. My backpack was filled with printed trading strategies, and the shoelaces of my hiking boots were tied tighter than 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 on my compass, the word “awe” was finally inscribed.
Chapter 1: A Million Regrets in the Shitcoin Frenzy
In 2021, the cryptocurrency market was engulfed in an absurd carnival. Clutching my only 10,000 USDT, I dove headfirst into the vortex of shitcoins (Shib) like a gambler. The K-line chart on the Matcha platform danced frantically before my eyes, and the green numbers of gains stimulated my nerves like a drug— from the initial few digits after the decimal point to the moment my profits soared to 1.7 million USDT, I felt like I was at the pinnacle of wealth.
But greed is the poison of human nature. When the coin price halved during a correction, panic instantly devoured my rationality. In a state of confusion, I pressed the sell button, and the SMS notification of 970,000 USDT arriving felt like a death knell shattering my dreams of sudden wealth. Just three days later, the shitcoin broke free like a wild horse, skyrocketing by 100 times. The 10,000-fold profit that should have been mine turned into an everlasting “if” that I would regret for the rest of my life.
Chapter 2: The Moment of Zeroing Out on the Contract Battlefield
The SMS notification of 970,000 USDT hadn’t even warmed up in my mind when I plunged into the hellish battlefield of Bitcoin contracts. From May 12 to 20, 2021, during those days referred to as the “injection market” by veteran traders, the K-line chart twitched violently like an ECG. I prided myself on mastering market trends, oscillating between long and short positions with high leverage, until the red “liquidation” alerts flooded the entire screen—at the moment all numbers hit zero, my phone slipped from my hand, the screen cracking like spider silk, just like my shattered dreams of wealth.
Chapter 3: The Rebirth Ticket on the MOCO Route
Four years later, I reopened the trading software. The K-line chart still pulsated, but this time my fingers no longer trembled. The white paper of the multi-zero coin MOCO lay on the table, and the past missed opportunities and defeats crystallized into 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 rubbing his ticket. My backpack was filled with printed trading strategies, and the shoelaces of my hiking boots were tied tighter than 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 on my compass, the word “awe” was finally inscribed.
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