I am an orphan, relying on my younger sister since childhood. I have no relatives in my life, except for my friend Ahao and his mother. His mother is partially paralyzed and relies on knitting wool sweaters to support the family. I often go to their house for meals, and over time, we became familiar. Ahao's mother treats us like her own children. We entered society early, doing all kinds of things, both legal and illegal, and we were regulars at the police station! Until we got involved in the cryptocurrency world. We encountered contracts and realized what liquidation means!

Ahao and I are gamblers in the contracts, we pooled together some capital of 30,000 yuan. From April to October this year, the market was good, but we had just entered the cryptocurrency world, and$BTC I had no concept of it, thinking that 90,000 BTC was already very high. I started shorting BTC and platform tokens. It kept rising, and on August 13, I finally lost the last 300U. Looking at the 50U left in my account, in despair, Ahao and I decided to withdraw 20U to have a pig trotter meal. After dinner, Ahao and I parted ways. I stood at the intersection, confused, helpless, and regretful! It gradually started to rain.

That rain lasted for three full days, as if heaven was crying for us lowly people.
Everything started on August 15, 2025. I squatted at the entrance of a 24-hour convenience store, smoking one cigarette after another until blood came from my throat.

Tron had just swallowed my 28 dollars in transaction fees, and my balance was only 0.37 USDT left. My phone suddenly vibrated wildly, and the screen showed Ahao’s 47 missed calls. I called back, and his first words were: “Brother Kai… my mom is kneeling at the hospital door begging them… the loan sharks said if they don’t pay back 400,000, they’ll chop off two of my fingers… my mom has fainted twice from crying, and has been pushed to the ground, her forehead bleeding non-stop…” My mind buzzed. Ahao is my brother since we were six, stealing watermelons, skipping school, and getting beaten together. Last year, I pulled him into the crypto circle, but he believed in some “teacher’s guaranteed profits” and mortgaged his house. Now, he’s hiding in a rental room, the door splattered with red paint, that says, “If you don’t pay back tonight, your whole family dies.” Every day someone knocks on the door, and at midnight there are harassing calls. His mother’s heart condition has flared up three times, and the hospital said she wouldn’t live more than six months if this continued. My legs went weak, and I knelt in the rain, tears mixing with the rainwater.
If I can’t even save myself, how can I save him?

My sister's situation was even worse. She worked in a foot bath shop, standing all day from morning till night, her feet swollen like buns, and customers always touching her.

Last week she was slapped by a drunk man just for “not pressing hard enough,” and her salary was deducted by 300. She cried while calling me, saying she wanted to drop out and go home, but I didn’t have money to support her. At that moment, I saw @Plasma the pinned message:
“USDT transfers are always 0 fees. Starting tonight. If you dare to play, come on.” I rushed into the internet cafe like crazy, transferring all the last bit of ETH in my cold wallet to Plasma, exchanging it for XPL, and dumping it into a pool with an 893% annual return. I even opened a 50x leverage long position on BitMEX with red eyes. My hands shook so much that I pressed the confirm button three times. The first month, I stared at the screen every day, like a gambler.

At 4:12 AM, the first wave of FUD hit. XPL crashed 62%, and I was liquidated. The moment the screen flashed the red word LIQUIDATED, I felt like my soul had been sucked out. I slammed my head against the keyboard, blood streaming down my forehead. I was done, Ahao was done, our whole family was done. I sent Ahao a message saying I was sorry, and he replied: “Brother, don’t worry about me, take care of yourself…” Perhaps it was despair to the extreme, I fell into a hazy sleep. When I woke up again, it was already the next night.


I feel like life might just be like this. I can't face my current life. Brothers, sisters, and aunt all seem like an infinite black hole. Life? What a damn life! Living is like being a plaything in this world, constantly being toyed with. Despair! Brothers, sisters, aunt, forgive my cowardice. I can't face you, nor can I face life. I'm really tired of this kind of life! After editing the last message, I stood on the railing of the Yangtze River Bridge. The absurd thing is that the passersby on the road are hurried, and no one cares about me. Occasionally, a few see me and treat me as performance art. The wind on the bridge gently caressed my cheek, so warm, like Death welcoming me home, without coldness or emotions. Goodnight, world!

Just when I was about to give up, my phone went “ding”. The Plasma official airdrop arrived.
1:1 compensation. In reality, you can get about 20000U for just 0.1U.$XPL And they gave an extra 8000 dollars. I stared at my wallet balance, my hands shaking so much that I couldn't hold my phone steady, and tears fell directly on the screen. I rebuilt my position, this time being careful, only using 20x leverage, combined with a staking strategy, reinvesting rewards daily. In the second month, XPL gradually climbed from 0.38 to 0.82. I encouraged Ahao every day: “Hold on a little longer, just until next month.”

On his side, the loan sharks began to block his front door. His mother was so scared she didn’t dare go out to buy groceries and only ate leftovers. My sister was getting thinner and thinner. She sent me pictures, her hands covered in calluses, her eyes swollen like walnuts, saying customers scolded her for being “poor and shabby.” She held back tears, but I could hear the despair in her voice. I gritted my teeth and researched the Plasma ecosystem every day: 0 transfer fees saved me countless small amounts; staking annual returns dropped from 300% to 150%, but reinvestment doubled my balance; BitMEX perpetuals allowed me to catch a few small rebounds. I even joined the Plasma TG group, learned from others about farming, and slowly rolled my position from 1000 XPL to 5000. On September 25, XPL suddenly surged. It shot up from 0.82 to 1.82. My account broke 69,000 USD for the first time. Converted to RMB, it was 442,800. I happily transferred 230,000 to Ahao.

He replied to me with a voice message that lasted only 3 seconds, crying like a child: “Brother… my mom said… she hasn’t lived in vain this life… she can finally sleep soundly…” The loan sharks took the money and left. Ahao brought his mother back home, and the mother and son cried together.

From that day on, Ahao vowed never to touch contracts again. He started learning staking and spot trading from me, sharing insights in the group every day, saying: “Brother, I’ll stick with you for life. Let’s build a small team together.” That afternoon, I drove to the foot bath shop to pick up my sister. She was wearing that faded uniform, her feet swollen to the point she couldn’t fit into shoes, and a customer had just slapped her for not “pressing hard enough.”

When I pushed the door open, she was squatting in the corner, wiping her tears with her sleeve, murmuring softly: “Just hold on… just save up for one more month’s tuition and it’ll be enough… Brother would hurt for me if he knew…” I stuffed 80,000 cash into her hands, my voice trembling: “Tuition, living expenses, rent, cosmetics, everything you want to eat or buy, it’s all here. From now on, if anyone dares to touch you, I’ll kill him.” My sister hugged the money, collapsing on the ground, crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

She grabbed the hem of my clothes, just like she did when she was scared of the dark as a child:
“Brother… am I dreaming?
I don’t have to smell those stinky feet anymore… I can go to college now…” That night, the three of us returned to the old house where we had grown up together.
Ahao knelt on the ground and bowed three times to his mother, saying:
“Mom, I will never gamble again… From now on, I’ll stick with Brother Kai, we’ll make big money…”
His mother cried and hugged me, her lips trembling as she could only say one sentence:
“Thank you… for not giving up on my son… you are the benefactor of our whole family…” My sister neatly stacked the 80,000 on the table, saying she would do community operations for us,
and she wanted to save money to take us to eat the most expensive wagyu at the restaurant where she worked.
She smiled and said: “Brother, from now on, our family will laugh every day.” I looked at them and raised my head to the sky.
The rain had stopped early, and the moon emerged from the clouds, casting a bloody red reflection on the Plasma logo. I raised a beer, tears mixed with alcohol rolling down: “In the past, we were pressed down by this world, now it’s our turn to stand up and be human.”
Brother, 0.37 USDT can also turn things around. Without@Plasma there would be no me today.

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