That day I was holding the just withdrawn U, staring at the K-line chart of 'Yuanbao Coin' on the screen, drooling— the calls for 'hundred times the coin' in the community group were flying faster than a rocket, even the normally steady veterans were shouting, 'Just go for it.' But just as my finger was about to click 'buy', I suddenly remembered an old saying in the circle: 'When Meme coins skyrocket, the whale's bubble chart is bound to be frightening.' My hand trembled, and I first pulled out Bubblemaps from my phone.
When I opened the mirror of truth, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up: the top five bubbles seemed to have agreed, holding 99.7% of the coins tightly, the transfer lines densely connected like a spider web, just like a dealer in a casino gathering a table! I gasped—this is not community autonomy at all; it’s clearly the project party leading the younger brothers to cut the meat! I immediately withdrew the U back to my wallet, and the next day I saw someone in the group shouting 'they ran away', I slapped my thigh and laughed: 'Thank goodness I checked the mirror of truth, otherwise I’d be crying in the bathroom right now.'
Later, I fell for it again. A 'decentralized exchange' was constantly boasting 'users control everything', but I found its USDT reserves were dwindling. Just as I was figuring out how to gather evidence, I suddenly remembered Bubblemaps' bounty board. I took a screenshot of the on-chain transaction chart—goodness, an anonymous wallet transferred 99% of USDT to the exchange, with a note that read 'emergency fund for running away'! I directly issued a wanted notice, tagging a bunch of veterans. Guess what happened? The next day, a brother dug out that wallet was the project party's brother-in-law's disguise. The reward pinged into my account, and I held my phone up in the group shouting, 'Brothers, this is a huge profit!'
The most satisfying moment was that time. The project party was live-streaming, banging their chest: 'We are absolutely decentralized!' I sneered and opened Bubblemaps to throw it over—95% of the coins were locked in three wallets, one of which was even the founder's alternate account! The live chat exploded, fans were flooding with 'scammer' 'refund', and the project party's host turned green, working overnight to change the narrative to say 'we are striving for decentralization.' I puffed on a cigarette watching the drama, feeling great: 'White papers painting big pies? On-chain data is the cure for stubborn mouths!'
Now, wandering in the crypto world feels like I've activated cheats: before buying coins, I scan the bubble chart; if the whales are clustered, I take a detour; if I spot suspicious operations, I issue a bounty, letting the insider experience 'social death'; the project party brags? I directly throw out notarized images, instantly bursting their bravado.
To be honest, the circle is deep, but Bubblemaps feels like it has given me a pair of 'x-ray glasses'—I used to be afraid of being a leek, now I dare to say 'I’m here to catch ghosts'; I used to be afraid of being cut, now I wait for the sickle to show its flaws.
This underworld has never changed; what has changed is the tools we have in hand. With these three items, I can finally stand tall and say, 'Want to cut me? First, check the knife in my bubble chart, is it fast or not!'
