6:30 AM. On Little P’s balcony, the wind carried the scent of sweat and tension from the World Cup battlefield, brushing against the hem of his shirt. He had only $500 left. The coffee had gone cold, and his phone screen still displayed those apocalyptic battle reports—titans clashing, victors rising to the top, losers sinking into oblivion. Suddenly, he laughed. The laugh was soft, but sharp, like a sword being unsheathed. It appeared. The final form of the bull market: CZ. 30% circulating in the market, 70% locked away in the shadows. He had been preparing for this strike all along. CZ fired off a string of emojis. Flames erupted, burning fiercely, fueling the momentum of this massive wave. FOMO surged like a breached dam, flooding the entire screen in an instant. 7:24 AM. He poured his last $500 into that mysterious rune— 0x7a848a5a8169aa6a2f603d056a749f924f504444 The chart soared like a dragon breaking through the sea, a single strike to the throat. Skyrocketing. CZ kept responding with emojis, the flames growing even wilder, each interaction like adding fuel to the fire. With such limited circulation, every buy was like a one-man army, unleashing explosive power. By noon, the market cap had surpassed $20 million. By midnight, the cheers of the World Cup still hadn’t subsided. And he had turned that $500 into over $100,000. The final form, achieved. He stood up and pushed open the balcony window. The wind grew stronger. The night of the World Cup was still lively. But in the world of crypto, another person had quietly risen, smiling in triumph.