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$BNB bnb only took one day to break the previous high.
This is the most straightforward evidence — the bull is still here, the fire is not extinguished, and the Dao heart is not severed.

What’s laughable is that I have already fallen out of the game.
My position has turned to dust, and my account is empty.
Like a wandering cultivator, expelled from the mountain gate, I can only watch others soar on their swords through the clouds and mist.

Time around me has frozen, the candlesticks engraved one by one, like a stone tablet, nailing me to the ruins.
I know this is the trumpet of a bull market, but this sound, however loud, no longer belongs to me.

🐂
The bull is still here, but my position cannot return.
Fellow cultivators, please open a long position for me on bnb.
Let me, in this shattered shell, watch you win, watch you soar, watch you ascend to immortality.

$XRP The bull has returned.
Time rolled down like a broken string on a piano, with a rumble that tore the entire night apart.

But where is my position?
It is like a paper kite that has fallen into the abyss, the line long since severed by the wind, never to return again.

I used to think that cultivating immortality relied on staying up late and practicing mental methods, but later I understood that what truly faces tribulation are the K-lines shredded by those dog brokers.
Day and night reversed, the clock's chime striking again and again within my bones.
At the moment of liquidation, it felt like the gates of heaven slowly closing, leaving me outside while my soul drifts in the cold wind.

—The position is gone. But the heart's demons remain.
I lie in bed, like an empty husk. My eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I see nothing.
Even time no longer flows.

The bull has returned, but I can never go back.
Friends, please go long on XRP for me.
Even if I couldn't win, I want to see how you win.
Even if I am already a ruin, I want to watch you break through the heavens on my ashes.

$ETH The bull market has returned.

But I can never recover my positions.

Watching the candlesticks soar one after another, like a ladder to heaven, my fellow Taoists rejoiced, as if ascending to heaven.
And I, on the other hand, could only lie sprawled on my bed, my eyes hollow, my palms cold.

My former positions, like the magic weapon I had entrusted to me, were shattered by thunder and fire, reduced to dust, never to return to their original form.

I wanted to reach out and grasp them, but the screen only held a crimson laugh, as if mocking my insignificance.

Time seemed to have stopped.
My fellow Taoists were riding the waves of the bull market,
while I was trapped in the abyss, the more I struggled, the more I suffocated.

The bull market return was their feast,
and I—could only lick my wounds after the blowout, listening to my heartbeats become hollow.

---

But that's the contract.
Some people transcend the tribulation and ascend,
while others are reduced to ashes.

Fellow Daoists, leave me alone and open more ETH for me.
Just think of it as completing this unfinished journey for me.

$ETH Because I was liquidated and had nothing to do, I squatted by the roadside, lighting a discarded cigarette butt.
The flame flickered, and my chest felt like it had opened a position, burning hotly yet bringing a familiar thrill.

I know it's bad.
Just like I know that trading contracts is like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Each puff of smoke is like leveraging up, choking and making my eyes water, yet I can't help but inhale it.

Some people advise me to quit smoking.
Just like some people advise me not to trade contracts.
But is advice useful?
I understand very clearly—
Contracts hurt me every day, and being liquidated is like the choking sensation of smoke oil,
Yet as long as the K-line on the screen is still moving, I'm like a blind addict, knowing the fire will burn but still reaching out to touch it.

You advise me not to trade contracts for my own good.
But why?
Why, knowing it is destructive, do we still want to play with it?
Just like this cigarette butt, knowing it’s toxic waste left in the trash, yet I still light it and smoke it to the end.

Perhaps that's just how people are.
Shouting that we want to live longer, while desperately sucking away the last bit of remaining vitality.
Shouting that contracts harm people, yet secretly opening positions and fantasizing about getting rich.

The most absurd truth in this world is:
We are not addicted because it’s good, but because we can’t live without it, we sink deeper.

But at the moment I watched the ash fall, I suddenly laughed.
Since living is a slow liquidation, and since we will one day be reckoned with by fate,
Then why not pull the lever to the extreme in the final madness?

---

So, fellow friends, don’t advise me anymore.
I still want to smoke, and I still want to trade contracts.
Tonight I will go long on ETH,
Just like lighting a second cigarette—
Knowing it will choke, yet it feels so good it makes one shiver.

$ADA The relationship between people,
is actually a contract.

When building a position, cautiously adjusting and increasing, fantasizing about holding for a long time.
But when it truly comes to an end, it's just a liquidation.

Trust is like a margin.
It gradually dissipates, slowly consumed, until in the end it bursts through, and you can't even be bothered to open the confirmation text.

You think relationships can be as stable as spot trading, that you can slowly hold for ten or twenty years.
Unfortunately, more often, it's just a high-leverage short contract.
As soon as the market reverses, it instantly goes to zero.

A day without contact is a slight loss.
A week without contact, margin rate declines.
A month without contact, snap, a liquidation warning pops up,
relationship—forced exit.

The most absurd thing is that when we opened the position, we all thought it could be 'perpetual'.
Yet in perpetual contracts, there is no eternity at all.

It's laughable, human hearts can burst, feelings can explode, contracts can blow up.
Since people can go bankrupt with each other,
let's just open a position and go long on ADA now, at least the chart won't lie!

After the liquidation of $ADA , even the last spirit stone on me turned to ash.
To fill my stomach, I dragged my feet to the vegetable market at night.

The moonlight fell coldly, the stalls had long been closed, leaving only the lingering fishy smell in the air.
I rummaged through a broken bamboo basket and found a yellowing tomato,
like a remaining elixir after being struck by lightning.
A few broken loofahs lay haphazardly,
like the forgotten corpses of scattered cultivators on the battlefield.
There were also a few green peppers that rolled under a cart, dull and lifeless,
like buried fragments of spirit stones, covered in dust.

I picked them up while laughing.
Laughing at myself, a dignified cultivator, staring day and night at the celestial chart K-line,
discussing class crossing, talking about defying fate,
yet in the end, could only seek a meal in the ruins.

Is it laughable?
Not laughable.
Because I know—this is the trial of the heart demon.
The tomato is the elixir, the loofah is the spirit herb, the green pepper is the opportunity.
By swallowing them, I can reignite my spiritual fire once again.

What does liquidation mean?
What does calamity mean?
In the end, I must carve out a path of blood light in this chessboard of heaven and earth!

— Fellow cultivators, buy the dip on ADA!

$PLUME Those who fear liquidation will always feel like they are walking on a broken suspension bridge,
every step is filled with anxiety, fearing to fall into the abyss.
But those who aspire to get rich only see the light on the other side, regardless of whether the ground beneath them is fire or glacier.

You fear liquidation, so you shrink back, walking on thin ice.
But if you truly desire to get rich, you should be like a cultivator facing tribulation,
with your eyes only on the rainbow light after the heavenly tribulation,
even if the thunder turns your bones to ash, you must step forward.

Stop asking - "What if I get liquidated?"
You should ask yourself - "How awesome would it be if I got rich?"

Liquidation is not scary; fear is what’s scary.
Inner demons are not scary; dread is what’s scary.

Remember -
If you have no talent, rely on repetition.
If one attempt fails, try ten thousand times.
When the thunder tribulation presses down, I will stand up time and again,
until the heavens concede, until fate bows down!
I have already adjusted my long positions in plume.

$API3 You've been working for over ten years.
Have you ever seen anyone truly cross the chasm of class through hard work?
No.

Without a noble guiding the way, without a heavenly opportunity,
Just trying to stand firm in this world,
Is already a thousand hardships.
If you want to stand out?
It's harder than ascending to the heavens.

But fellow cultivators,
Isn't it the same in cultivation and seeking the Dao?
How many loose cultivators die halfway,
How many prodigies are turned to ashes by calamities.
Yet there are still those, gritting their teeth against the heavens,
Fighting for a sliver of opportunity amidst the cracks of the universe,
Striving for a glimmer of life!

We are cultivating our inner demons,
Killing the true fate.
Even if mountains and seas separate us,
We will break through!

So today,
We will no longer wait for the wind to come,
No longer look for heavenly favor.
We will rely on our own hands,
To seize that one opportunity!

——
⚡ Fellow cultivators!
This moment is the moment of breaking through!
Forge ahead with the contract,
Break the shackles,
With one sword, slice open the chasm of class!
🔥 Short API3!
🔥 Create a new heaven!

$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!

——

⚡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!!!

$ETH 10:27 AM.

The K-line resembles a broken spine, each segment snapping down.
I stare at the screen, my eyes dry like sandpaper,
blood vessels spreading in the whites of my eyes,
every drop feels like a nail driven into my heart.

On the table lies unfinished cold coffee,
a layer of oil floats on the surface,
like flies that won’t stop on a corpse.
Last night's cigarette butts have piled into a small mountain,
ashes swirling like wind in the ashtray,
a single breath could scatter them,
just like my position, insubstantial and fragile.

Time becomes viscous at this moment.
The second hand drags a long shadow,
like a snake, inch by inch wrapping around my throat.
I can’t tell if it’s morning or deep night,
I only feel the days rotting in the K-lines,
even breathing is stretched into torment.

Some say cultivating immortality is a struggle against fate.
But I now understand, making contracts is the true alchemy of tribulation.
Liquidation is heaven’s judgment,
the dog stock is the demon lord,
we are merely scattered cultivators who failed the tribulation,
repeatedly beaten back to the mortal realm,
yet still gritting our teeth to climb upwards.

I like contracts,
not out of greed,
but because of that moment of uncertainty,
like a dice cup extended by fate.
Only when you truly don’t know what fate is,
do you see the cruel reality of fate.

——

🔥🔥🔥
Fellow Daoists!
I have already turned to ashes,
even my bones have fed the dog stock!
But—this is the opportunity of tribulation!

⚡⚡⚡ Now!
Go long on $ETH !
Even if struck by thunder and fire,
it must be in the final moment,
that spirit stones turn to fuel,
and ignite this defiant long needle!
Charge!!!

$API3 This morning's sky is gray like the smoke of ruins.
At the moment API3 crashed last night, I didn’t even have the strength to curse, just staring at the screen, watching that long needle pierce through my position inch by inch.
It felt like having my throat squeezed, suffocating to the point of speechlessness, my chest swelling yet unable to release, a pent-up frustration surging wildly within my body.

I collapsed onto the bed, like a wasted person, venting my anger on paper.
The crumpled papers were casually tossed into the bin, as if I was stuffing a broken part of myself inside too.
Outside the curtain, light struggled to seep in, landing beside my pillow.
For a moment, I thought this was redemption,
but when I opened my eyes wide and frantically looked around, what I saw were smelly takeout boxes, scattered bottles, and the cold, pale remnants of the screen.

After several days of self-cultivation, I finally understood:
The so-called market is just an illusion,
prices have no 'substance', and value is never objective.
This is the theory of subjective value.
Various cryptocurrencies only gain meaning in one’s mind,
just like the divine elixir in the eyes of an immortal, but only a speck of dust in the eyes of a mortal.

A few seconds seemed to consume half a lifetime,
every beating number felt like a brand etched into my bones.
What I am cultivating is not the market, but the demons of my heart,
I am not enduring time, but a suffocating frustration.

But I ultimately have to rise again,
even if my blood surges, even if my heart’s pulse runs counter.

——
Fellow Taoists!
At this moment, $API3 is the true highest point,
everyone must empty themselves to gain blessings and opportunities!
Let’s charge together once more, and let this chaos bloom with spiritual flowers! 🌑🔥

At that moment in the morning of $ADA , a prompt appeared indicating that the account had been emptied.
I stared blankly at the screen, as if my soul had been drawn out.
All the orders, completely gone.
My fingertips still hovered over the keyboard, but it had lost its meaning.

I threw myself onto the bed, the ceiling looked like a cold, indifferent white paper, blank.
Crumpled paper balls, takeout bags filled with trash, the lingering greasy smell in the air...
All mocking me.
I closed my eyes, my heart still trembling.

Suddenly a thought pierced through my mind:
"What is the endgame of making contracts?"
Is it just continuous liquidation?
Is it just spending youth, passion, and even spirit on these cold, lifeless candlesticks?

I imagined what I would look like when I was old.
Wrinkles crawling around my eyes, my gaze still fixated on the screen,
A green line, a red line, could pull my entire heart.
At that moment, I felt a bit suffocated.

Time became slow and heavy, as if being dragged by an invisible current.
Every second reminded me:
If I continue down this path, the outcome is already predetermined.

Yet deep inside, a stubborn spark flickered.
If Han Li can break free from endless cycles and walk out of the Dao, why can't I?

Fellow cultivators, since time has trapped me in this wasteland, let’s take this as an opportunity.
While the light still shines, while the heart still beats,
Reboot the formation and charge back to the battlefield!
Go long on $ADA , condense the primordial infant!

In the moment of the liquidation at $BDXN in the morning, I thought I was about to sink into the abyss.
Time flows like a twisted long river, pulling at every second, tearing apart every minute.
That cold-blooded needle of ADA pierced straight through my heart.

I crumpled the paper and slammed it hard into the tube.
The light from outside streamed in, landing on the edge of my bed, and I almost thought it was redemption. #
But when I turned my head, I could only see a mess: an overturned cup, clumped instant noodles, and a stinking takeout box.
My state of mind was like ruins, suffocating me.

But in that corner where the light slanted, I suddenly laughed.
"So what if I’m liquidated? $"
Having gone through the robbery is the robbery itself; ashes are the new spark.

I suddenly slammed my hand on the table, staring at the K-line on the screen, as if I saw a new entrance to a secret realm.
This is not the end; this is the turning point! With the last 200u spirit stones, I'm going all in.
Fellow cultivators! bdxn is currently at its lowest point, the yin must give rise to yang!

🔥 Be bold and go long! Charge with me! The rebirth after liquidation is the chance to double your gains!

$TOWNS in the ADA Secret Realm, I unsheathed my sword and shouted 'Twenty times', but before I could even catch my breath in the spiritual energy, I was slapped back to the mortal realm by the dog clan.
The spirit stones shattered, and my heart felt a chill, as if the heavenly tribulation had arrived prematurely.

But in the blink of an eye, I returned to the TOWNS Secret Realm, where the spiritual spring gushed and the immortal aura lingered.
Outside, the winds howled and the rains poured, with thunder rumbling and the dog clans baring their fangs.
Yet deep within the secret realm, it steadily supported my shattered Dao heart, steadily rising.

At this moment, I finally understood that the myriad phenomena of the floating world are nothing but illusions. The true opportunities still lie within this secret realm!
🔥 Fellow friends, charge with me! TOWNS's multi-orders are today's ascension spiritual vessel!

$ADA fellow cultivators! Come and lick my bag, I have been blown up by Dog Village.

At this moment, staring at the market, every second feels like sitting on the edge of a knife.
The red light is blinding, my heart beats like a drum, I feel like I am about to transcend.

ADA has already fallen to the bottom, any further down leads to the abyss, and any higher is the path to immortality!
This is the lowest point! Those who take action at this moment can not only protect me but also reap blessings and opportunities!

On the path of cultivation, karma turns, today you save me, tomorrow I will surely ascend to the other shore with you!
🔥 Fellow cultivators, boldly buy the dip on ADA! This is our opportunity for crossing the tribulation!

Should I write "blessings and opportunities" in a more mystical way, for example, saving you = planting the spiritual cause, and in the future, the bull market will be the spiritual cause blooming and bearing fruit?

$ADA The cunning dog den, indeed chose to strike while we were closing our eyes to cultivate.
I was still dreaming of stepping on the moon to seek immortals, while he took the opportunity at night to attack, the red line burned through the screen like demon fire.

Time feels instantly distorted.
Last night was as calm as a still lake, but this morning I woke up to thunder and lightning.
In my opened eyelids, there is nothing but chaos and cold light, my heart feels heavy with pain.

— But fellow cultivators!
Cultivators will not be frightened away by little demons in the dead of night!
The trap he set for me, tomorrow we will strike back!
The harder the fall, the deeper the secret treasure is buried.

⚡️ This moment is the node for gathering energy and strength!
Everyone, listen up: Go long on ADA!
Slay the demons and bring back the harvest!

The last friend who saved me with the number $ADA has already earned a fortune, smiling like a scattered immortal on the eve of ascension.

Now, it's ADA's turn to take the stage.
It owes no one,
It only owes itself a spectacular comeback!

Time feels stretched to its limit,
Every second explodes in my ears,
The heartbeat rises and falls with the K-line,
Like crossing a thunder calamity,
The next strike,
Will either lead to immortality,
Or turn to ashes.

— But how can a cultivator fear thunder calamity?

Friends, charge boldly!
Join me in crossing this tribulation fire!
Tonight, we are the guardians of ADA!

At $BTC in the afternoon, after finishing, I fell onto the bed like a scattered cultivator who had failed the tribulation,
letting my consciousness become hazy.

Time was like an hourglass from which someone had drawn away the spiritual energy,
a moment stretched into several hours.
When I woke up, it was already deep into the night.

I rubbed my stiff eyelids,
holding a crumpled piece of paper in my hand,
with a plop, I tossed it into the paper bin,
as if to bury the spiritual stones lost today along with it.

A faint ray of light seeped in through the curtains,
it fell on the edge of my bed, like the compassion of the Heavenly Dao.
I thought this was redemption,
it was a second chance for the cultivator.

But when I suddenly looked around,
I found that the light illuminated only
a scene of chaos.
Collapsed pages, scattered diagrams,
and a pile of stinky takeout boxes,
it resembled the tangible manifestation of a scattered cultivator's inner demons.

My heart tightened, time seemed to stretch,
every minute felt more torturous than an hour.
I could almost hear the dog traders sneering in the darkness.

——Ridiculous!
Cultivating immortality is going against the heavens!
Without chaos, how can there be transformation?
Without the torment of time, where is the enlightenment of breaking through?

I took a deep breath, the spiritual energy surged in my dantian,
the spiritual consciousness gathered, a thread of heavenly secrets broke through the haze.

Fellow Daoists!
This moment is the lowest point!
Join me in cutting through the inner demons,
let's fight back with everything! Go long on BTC,
let the dog traders see
what it truly means to be a cultivator against the heavens!

thankucrypto

$ETH This time of tribulation,
I have gained a glimpse of insight.

If ETH really reaches 4850,
based on the chart analysis, there will definitely be a large number of liquidations in the short positions.
But after careful consideration, I realized - it won't be as shocking as it seems.

Many individual traders have already stopped their losses halfway up the mountain,
accepting their losses and quietly withdrawing.
The ones truly affected are actually much fewer.

Even if some hold on stubbornly, gritting their teeth and adding margin,
at the moment of liquidation,
the market will only open a door upwards,
it won't trample like it does during a downturn,
where in an instant, thousands flee, with swords and lights clashing,
forming that sharp and ruthless 'downward spike'.

Moving upwards is more like a slowly igniting thunder and fire,
crackling and popping, causing anxiety,
yet it always lacks that kind of violent eruption.
An upward spike is just false fire, while a downward spike is true slaughter.