Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!

Andy Nashville bolted from his seat like a man possessed. The coffee spilled all over, his chair nearly toppled to the ground as he grabbed his laptop and sprinted toward the CEO's office, his heart hammering.

He did it again!

He skidded to a halt in front of the polished oak doors and barely knocked before barging in.

The office was as grand as ever— dimly lit, lined with bookshelves filled with financial records and prestigious awards.

Behind the sleek black marble desk sat Mr. Kaito Sagomoto, dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit, fingers steepled beneath his chin.

His dark eyes flickered up, radiating mild annoyance at being interrupted again.

"Andy, what the hell are you—"

"HE DID IT AGAIN!!" Andy shouted, nearly shoving the laptop into his face.

Sagomoto's gaze sharpened. "FuglyDuckling?"

Andy nodded furiously and pointed to the screen on the laptop with excitement.

The moment Sagomoto read the words, his breath hitched.

'FuglyDuckling just purchased Bitcoin worth $1,500,000!'

Sagomoto's fingers clenched against the desk. "Am I seeing that right?' he asked Andy.

"Yes you are sir. You are. This man... he's amazing."

"One point five million dollars?"

Sagomoto's jaw tightened, and for a moment, he just stared at the screen, unable to process what he was seeing.

"Last time it was almost a hundred thousand dollars and now, one point million dollars? That's a 1500% increase from his last investment!"

"It is baffling that he is still investing…" Sagomoto muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. His hand slowly clenched into a fist. "Even after the crashes. Even after the dips. Even after everything, he's still going all in!"

This was no reckless fool throwing money away. This was a man who knew something. A man who saw past the short-term volatility. A man with conviction.

This was a true business man!

Sagomoto couldn't take it anymore. He could not last another day without knowing who this man was and having him under his firm.

He exhaled sharply and then turned to his employee. "Andy. Give me updates concerning his identity and scouting. Now."

Andy pushed his glasses up.

"There hasn't been any worthy updates, sir. We're still combing through purchase records, but he remains a ghost, sir. His wallet is unlinked to the CryptoTracker account. No name, no Gmail, no number — there's nothing to track him with."

Sagomoto gritted his teeth. His fingers drummed aggressively against the marble surface.

'I know you're testing me, great Duckling sir! You want to know my drive! You want to discern how badly I wish to work for you! I won't give up!'

"I don't care what it takes." His voice was directed at Andy. "I want this man found. If we have to hire hackers, we'll hire them. If we have to bribe someone at the exchange, we will. Get me his name. His address. His face. Andy, you hear me?"

Andy swallowed. "Yes, sir."

Sagomoto's fingers pressed against his temple. "If he's willing to invest this much on something everyone else doubts, imagine what he'll do if he has my firm behind him. I will make this man the greatest business man to grace this country. He has rekindled a passion in me, truly!"

"Tell me everything you need and you will have it! No one else can have him, Andy."

His eyes flashed dangerously.

"If Ryan Anders and the rest of the bastards at MWMO gets to him before we do…"

Andy stiffened. He knew what that meant.

Failure was not an option.

"I will be on it right away, Mister Sagomoto!"

—

Meanwhile, speaking of the MWMO, in another high-rise office, Ryan Anders sat at his desk, his fingers idly clicking a silver ballpoint pen against his palm.

He clenched his jaw, gnashing his teeth continuously as he thought.

The CEO of Moon Wealth Management Offices was leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing blue eyes locked onto his laptop screen.

Once again, there it was. Another time this mystery man has brought the online business world on its feet.

'FuglyDuckling just purchased Bitcoin worth $1,500,000.'

He inhaled deeply, a smirk ghosting his lips.

"So you're still at it, huh?"

He turned his head slightly. "Any updates from the IT team?"

Standing near the doorway, his secretary, Amelia, the sharp-dressed woman in her late twenties, shook her head. "Nothing. His wallet remains completely detached from any registered accounts. We can't trace an official owner."

Ryan's smirk disappeared. His eyes darkened.

No official owner. No traceable Gmail. No registered number.

A complete enigma.

His fingers tapped against the desk in thought. "There's that young hacker we once caught tampering with our server, what was his name?"

"Rico Evans, sir."

"Yes. He's preparing for his court case, isn't he?" Anders purred condescendingly. "Obviously he will lose. Phone him. Tell him we'll be willing to drop all the charges if he helps us find out who this man is."

"Right away, sir."

Amelia hurried out of the office, but not before once again inviting predatory stares from her boss as she left.

He lowered his eyes to the screen after, peering at the notification.

"This madman... I want him under my thumb as soon as possible."

Multiple comments kept popping up.

—

In his room, Darren casually scrolled through the comments, and completely couldn't help the amusement he got watching the hysteria unfolding in the comment section of CryptoTracker.

FuglyDuckling had struck again.

And just like before, the internet was losing its mind.

@DegenInvestor: This guy has lost his damn mind. $1.5 million?! Bro, what are you even thinking?

@SatoshiKnowsBest: Imagine being THIS confident while the rest of us are panicking. LMAO.

@Mr.MoneyMaker: HE'S BACK. FUGLYDUCKLING IS BACK, BOYS. ALL IN!

@WalletWarrior: Bro saw Bitcoin dip and said, "Hold my beer."

@HandsomeDuckling: I give up. He's the better Duckling.

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Then there were others completely hating on him, saying that he's just an all risk investor. Some kept talking about ScottishPanda, comparing both of them, claiming that ScottishPanda was a smarter kind of investor.

He didn't know what was the deal about this ScottishPanda guy, he'd noticed some jabs the business man had thrown his way, but he didn't care.

He didn't give a shit about him.

As for the comments;

"It's real funny watching people opinionated on something… when you know the unchanging truth." Darren leaned back, amused.

But then, he suddenly got another notification popped up at the top of his phone screen.

'CheyenneLamb has started following FuglyDuckling.'

Darren's eyebrows rose slightly. 'Wait. What?'

That couldn't be the real Cheyenne Lamb, right? Cheyenne L. Bordeaux — the heiress of the Bordeaux Corporation, the second-largest Empire Company in the state?

He then saw comments, many, being shocked that this mystery man was now being followed by the Cheyenne Lamb. Fanboys and simps filled the comment session of that broadcast notification.

'Hold on, it actually could be her.'

Curious, he tapped her profile.