Urban System in America-Chapter 91 - 90: All Hell Broke Loose

At 9:30 a.m., the market finally opened.

And all hell broke loose.

And just as he had expected, Trivaxa exploded.

It surged like a dam had burst, tearing through resistance levels as if they were made of fragile glass, shattering them with brutal ease.

$16.12.

$18.45.

$21.78.

Stocks don’t move like that. Not naturally. Not cleanly. But Trivaxa ripped through that logic like a scalpel.

Each spike unleashed a storm of chaos on the internet, where hysteria erupted and raced through the digital ether like wildfire.

Forums erupted. Social media spiraled.

Market forums spun into pure chaos. One guy claimed he turned $20k into $900k in an hour. Another had already bought a sports car.

P&L: +613%. $6.1 million.

Rex’s throat felt parched, as if he’d been wandering a desert for hours. His back straightened instinctively, every muscle taut as a bowstring.

His right hand clutched the mouse like a lifeline, as if letting go would plunge him into the depths of chaos.

He didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

No... more like he didn’t dare. Even though he had seen it all with his own eyes, he still couldn’t believe it was this easy to make money.

He feared that if he blinked for even a second, all of this would disappear... vanish like a lucid dream.

Every tick brought new chaos... retail investors chasing the dream, whales lurking in the shadows, news articles fueling the inferno.

So, he sat motionless, eyes locked on the screen. His profits grew larger by the second.

Suddenly, a headline flashed across his monitor:

BREAKING: Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals in Talks About a Billion-Dollar Deal

The stock immediately exploded. $21.07. $23.89. $26.32.

Rex’s breathing grew shallow as adrenaline surged through his veins.

The madness, the hysteria... it wasn’t slowing, it was accelerating.

The forums were a madhouse:

"WE’RE GOING TO $50!!"

"TRIVAXA IS UNSTOPPABLE!!"

"BUY EVERYTHING YOU CAN!!"

But something in his gut twisted.

The soaring profits danced before his eyes.

Caught between the thrill of profit and the looming expiration of system information, his mind spiraled into chaos, a tangled maze of fear and indecision, each thought echoing louder than the last.

What if I sell too early?

What if I miss the real breakout?

What if I never get an opportunity like this again?

His hand hovered over the mouse. Sweat dripped down his temples.

The pressure was crushing, an almost unbearable weight pressing down on his chest.

His hands trembled. He could feel it, the mania of millions pouring into Trivaxa.

His portfolio now showed +772%, over $7.7 million.

It was everything he’d ever dreamed of... and so much more.

But beneath the euphoria, a deep unease gnawed at him.

The patterns on the chart, the timing of the news... it was all too perfect.

And amidst it all, the buy walls were weakening.

The sharks in the dark were moving subtly, like predators retreating after a feast.

The stock’s trajectory felt unnatural, like it was being manipulated by forces far beyond his control.

He’d read enough to know how these stories ended. The crash would come, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it would come.

And he needed to act before the tide turned.

Just then, the kill shot arrived... a headline so seismic it shook the foundations of the market:

BREAKING: Global Pharmaceutical Giant Officially Announces Acquisition Bid for Trivaxa

The stock immediately exploded past $35.00, rocketing higher and higher. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

His portfolio gleamed with an impossible figure: +957%. $9.2 million.

His mind raced. The thrill was intoxicating, but the doubt was getting louder.

Hold. Just a little longer.

What if it hits $50?

What if this is only the beginning?

Greed clawed at him, demanding he stay.

Yet, a deeper instinct whispered back.

Sell.

Exit now.

Now or never.

Sell before greed blinds you.

Excessive greed is deadly.

The memory of traders who were blinded by greed and soared too high seared itself into his consciousness.

Their stories always ended the same... ruin, regret, and self-loathing.

He couldn’t let that happen to him.

Definitely not.

And just like that, time kept melting away.

His bloodshot eyes locked on the screen like it was life support.

His right hand trembled slightly on the mouse, the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

The soft hum of his computer filled the air... a faint rhythm that somehow amplified the stillness of everything else.

Seconds became minutes. Minutes stretched into hours.

The clock ticked methodically, its sound blending into the silence.

His internal debate churned endlessly, a storm raging inside as his heart pounded against the steady flow of time.

But he still couldn’t decide.

Sell or hold?

The profits danced before him, begging for a decision.

Each flicker implored him to act.

Yet he froze, indecision clawing at him.

His eyes glued to the climbing green numbers, as though they held the key to everything.

Should I sell? Or hold?

The thought paralyzed him.

The profits were obscene. Every second he waited, the number ticked higher.

But then came the whisper... a voice slithering through his mind, seductive and poisonous.

Hold. Just a little longer. You could hit $15 million. Maybe $20.

He’d planned for this.

Rehearsed it.

Visualized it in dreams.

But nothing prepared him for this, the seduction of greed.

Every dopamine-starved neuron in his brain screamed one word:

Hold.

Portfolio: +857%. $9.2 million.

He stared at the screen, transfixed.

His pupils dilated to impossible degrees.

Every greedy whisper begged him not to sell.

Greed whispered like a siren in a storm.

You’ve made it. You’re rich. But you could be legendary.

Don’t pull out now. The real moonshot is coming.

Finally, he couldn’t bear it anymore.

He slowly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, each breath a deliberate attempt to control the chaos swirling in his mind.

And he... saw their faces.

The ones who had flown too close to the sun.

The ones who had burned out.

The ones who had gone bankrupt, who had lost it all in a single, reckless move.

He saw their faces, the ones who couldn’t walk away when they should have.

Their broken stories echoed in his mind.

The suicides.

The losses.

The regret.

And he saw his own reflection in their broken legacies.

That’s when he knew.

It was time.

It was time to sell.

Sweat poured down his face as he finally fought against his own instincts.

He couldn’t let greed consume him.

Suddenly, his monitor flashed again:

STOCK HALTED

Trivaxa had shot past $40.

Halted for the second time in less than 24 hours.

The forums exploded with chaos... investors shouting, laughing, crying in disbelief.

He stared at the screen, pulse hammering in his ears.

Clenching his jaw, he exhaled.

"Sell."

Finally, the word came out in a whisper, his voice trembling.

The word was agony.

He gritted his teeth and forced his hand to move.

The sell orders felt like knives cutting away his greed, but he knew it was the right move.

He executed the orders swiftly, scattering them like shrapnel across the market to avoid triggering algorithms.

$35.18. $34.76. $33.42.

By the time his final order filled, his P&L showed +987%. $10 million.

He leaned back, his chest heaving.

Relief washed over him in waves, but the adrenaline refused to leave.

He’d done it.

He’d locked it in.

He was free.

He slumped back in his chair.

Sunlight had crept into the room.

His body throbbed with exhaustion, every fiber screaming in protest.

His eyes burned like coals, begging for relief.

Meanwhile, the stock continued to soar, defying logic, climbing past $45.00 as hysteria reached new heights.

The forums roared with disbelief and joy.

Someone claimed to have turned $5,000 into $500,000.

Investors screamed, laughed, cried.

Some sold.

Some doubled down.

Some would become legends.

Others... statistics.

Trivaxa hadn’t collapsed... it was still climbing, dragging the world along with its impossible momentum.

But Rex?

Rex had walked away.

He didn’t chase the next high.

He didn’t mourn the missed gains.

He had walked away victorious, and more importantly...

He had survived.

And that was all that mattered.

For the first time in days, he didn’t care.

The frenzy could continue forever, for all he cared.

He turned off the computer in one swift motion.

And stepped outside.

The cool breeze embraced him unexpectedly, its sharpness clearing away the lingering traces of distraction.

The streets buzzed with life, but all Rex could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

As he walked deliberately through the crowded streets, the whispers of Trivaxa followed him... on radios, in cafés, even in the excited chatter of strangers passing by.

The hysteria was still alive.

But he no longer cared.

(End of Chapter)