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.
