$API3 three forty-two in the morning.

The moment the phone screen lit up,

The liquidation alert hit like a muffled thunder,

Exploding in the silent room,

Splitting my soul in two.

API3 Dog Dealer,

Last night it swallowed my long position,

With a gaping mouth,

It devoured all my spiritual stones.

I watched my account balance drop to zero,

Like seeing a barren wasteland—

Only the wind remains, making my eyes sting.

I am unworthy.

I am too obsessed.

But that's how contracts are:

They will push you into the mud,

Making you taste humiliation,

And at the most unexpected moment,

Hand you a sword,

Tempting you to gamble, to kill, to ascend.

With nothing?

So what.

As long as you still have that spark of desire to change,

As long as the opportunity arrives,

Even if just once,

You can claim the land and become king,

Bursting out of the mire into the nine heavens!

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⚡Fellow cultivators, kill for me!!

The current API3 is the bearish secret realm,

The dog dealer cut me last night,

Today I will strike back with a sword!

⚔️ Short him!

⚔️ Blow him up!

⚔️ Let’s together chop the dog dealer down under the thunderous calamity!!!