$BIO My life has no failures.
It's either success or growth.

Just like a monk in seclusion for a thousand days,
Every time I face calamity, I am refining my strength.
Every time I encounter the clash of swords and blades, it is an opportunity for my spiritual power to reach its peak.

The glaringly green candlestick? It's a demon, an illusion.
It forces me to clear my mind and cut through fear.
The wildly soaring red? It is the heavenly thunder of tribulation,
Making my blood boil, my breath filled with the fire of victory.

I need everything to happen.
A pin insertion? That is the sword practitioner testing my foundation.
A liquidation? That is heaven's way testing whether I deserve wealth.
As long as I am still alive, this game will never end.

Time has become disordered.
One minute feels like a long night, my palms soaked,
The next second feels like dawn, the world shining brilliantly.

"Everything that happens will ultimately benefit me."
I whisper softly, yet it sounds like a horn, shaking the heavens and earth to respond.
"Fellow practitioners, please open a long position in BIO for me.
Let me see the moment you win for me,
Let me, even if I am penniless, see my destined path to immortality in your glory."