"People are wondering if the developer is crazy," Jack said after reading the comments on Twitter.
"They’re demanding the fees be distributed right now," he added.
"Ridiculous. The accumulated fees are equal to 10% of the Market Cap. That means they’re getting 10% of their coin’s value. Do they think those fees came from their own money..." Luna spoke with a sneer, and Jack could only stay silent.
Most of those fees came from Liam continuously buying and selling.
"Bitcoin is going up again..." Jack noticed that the fee funds dropped another ten percent, now only $20,000 left.
Liam glanced at his laptop. It seemed Bitcoin would rise first before dropping to 1%.
Pa!
He suddenly closed the laptop.
"Alright, let’s stop here and let it run," he said.
"Do you want to go back?" Jack asked.
"Yeah. I can trade anywhere anyway," Liam nodded.
"Hmph, you just want to go to a hotel..." Jack scoffed, glancing at Luna, who remained indifferent.
Liam had already stood up, followed by Luna. Then he placed a few hundred dollars on the table.
"Use it to have fun," he said briefly.
As long as Jack was around, Luna kept acting distant.
They quickly left the café, got into the car, and the car turned toward a road filled with luxury hotels.
"Liam, how about we just go to my house? It’ll be empty tonight. My parents said they won’t be home..." Luna suddenly said.
Liam felt both hesitant and tempted when he heard that.
"Or I go to your house?" Luna asked with a faint smile.
"No, your house. Don’t lock the back door," Liam replied, then turned the car toward another road to head home first.
He could go to his room, then leave through the window and take the back path.
There was no deeper reason—he just didn’t want to stay too far from home every night.
They arrived at the complex quickly.
That night, it was quieter. People chose to rest early since they had work the next day.
Liam dropped Luna off in front of her house, then parked his car in front of his own.
When he entered, he found his mother in the living room, still typing. She looked slightly surprised to see him.
With a strange smile, she said, "I thought you wouldn’t come home tonight."
"Mom, why wouldn’t I come home? I just had something to take care of," Liam replied.
"Is that so?" she showed a doubtful expression.
Liam pretended not to notice, nodded as if it were true, then went to his room.
He didn’t rush to leave. He waited for his mother to fall asleep first.
Sitting on his bed, he monitored the market.
Bitcoin had already dropped 75% of the move since he opened his short.
The $25,000 had become $43,750, not to mention the $100,000 he used on the exchange.
Bitcoin kept dropping slowly—about 0.1% every ten or twenty seconds.
Then at the 51st minute, it dropped harder, reaching 76,771.01.
The price stopped there as a large buy order held it, though it couldn’t push it back up.
In both spot and futures markets, it was the same. Liam’s positions—both in his wallet and on the exchange—were quickly closed.
Liam opened the MindChain website, which now displayed a profit of $25,000, and immediately distributed half of it to the holders—$12,500.
Someone holding just 1% of the supply, worth about $2,500, received a dividend of $125.
Every distribution was shown clearly on the website, and people could even check holders’ wallets to verify the dividends.
Liam, as the holder of 51%, received $6,375.
Of course, that was also spread across multiple wallets through his bot.
"(Wow?)"
"(Is this 100% profit?)"
"(Who is this developer?)"
"(Is he just lucky?)"
Comments immediately flooded the website.
At the bottom, there was indeed a comment section.
And the price, which had been stuck at $0.00025 or a $250,000 Market Cap, suddenly started rising as large buy orders came in.
Liam’s eyes widened as he saw the surge—
It quickly passed $500,000 Market Cap as many people started buying with $1,000 each.
This initial result clearly triggered speculation from whales.
After all, $1,000 meant nothing to them.
With high volume, new fees flowed in rapidly, increasing the developer wallet’s balance.
Liam didn’t rush to trade again. He let people grow curious first.
He was happy as long as whales kept entering and exiting.
The price didn’t matter—what mattered was the fees from their transactions.
After that, he jumped out of his room window, which faced the back alley.
It was a dim path, covered with grass.
Liam had explored it many times, so he wasn’t worried.
He walked casually until he reached the back of Luna’s house, where the back door was already open.
He entered and immediately saw Luna in the kitchen, drinking iced milk. She was still wearing her jeans, but only had a tank top on her upper body.
Seeing Liam, she smiled.
"You took so long," she said. "Want some milk?"
"No..." Liam shook his head.
"Hahaha, looks like you only want me..." she chuckled.
Liam walked up to her, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck.
Luna then turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned against him.
"Let’s go to my room," she said.
Liam walked into the living room, then went up to the second floor.
It had been a long time since he last entered this house, but of course, he still knew which room was Luna’s.
It faced the front street and was quite spacious, with a desk full of pharmacy books.
Liam dropped Luna onto the bed, pressed down, and kissed her lips.
Inside her room, he made her moan for nearly an hour.
His enhanced physique clearly allowed him to last longer.
Luna eventually lay helpless in his arms.
She even needed a few minutes just to stabilize her breathing.
"Liam... is it possible that you’ve become some kind of superhuman? Like you have mystical powers, connected to the internet, and a brain like a supercomputer?" she asked with a suspicious expression.