$AIOT If I only had 10 units, I would have already profited from this wave, tripling my money without a doubt.

But I only have 10 units, like the last grain of gold in an hourglass, toyed with by fate, yet stubbornly shining.

Staring at the market all day, the hours seem to stretch infinitely, the seconds dripping like knives through my fingertips.

Every upward surge is like a sword piercing the sky, but I can only hold these 10 units like a broken sword, braving the raging storm.

The dog dealers lurk in the depths, like crocodiles, cold, cunning, and filled with bloody patience.

Time and again, they leap, shredding my orders, dragging me down, suffocating me.

But I finally understand—the goal is to cross the swamp, not to deal with every crocodile.

The dog dealers are not my enemy, but my impoverished will.

The path to immortality is inherently lonely, refining the mind, body, and spirit, and the same is true of contracts. I have no right to hesitate, and there's no retreat.

Fellow Daoists, charge for me! Use your positions to tear apart the darkness of this swamp!

Open multiple AIOTS, and let my 10U transform into heavenly fire, igniting upon your spirit stones, burning through this endless, cold night!