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He tapped ‘Market Buy.’ The confirmation haptic buzzed in his palm like a trapped hornet.
Jax felt his thumb twitch toward his phone. The cycle was a siren song, and he was still listening.
The fluorescent hum of the 7-Eleven was the only thing louder than Jax’s heartbeat. He stood by the slushie machine, staring at his phone. The ticker for was a vertical neon green line, defying gravity and logic.
The Discord went from "To the moon!" to "Is the dev still in?" in twelve minutes.
It started with a single red candle on the chart—a tiny drop. Jax laughed. "Paper hands," he muttered, echoing the mantra of the Vibe Tribe. But the candle grew. It stretched down like a jagged tooth.