Liam didn't want to gamble without certainty. Besides, he couldn't see Penguin's highest price for the next day. The System only showed the peak price of meme coins on their first day—not beyond that.
Rather than guessing whether it would rise further or not, it was better to focus on newly launched meme coins.
He began observing the list of meme coins released that afternoon.
Some looked unique, but according to the System, their highest price would only reach between 150,000 and 200,000 dollars—a clear sign of scams.
Liam wasn't interested. They wouldn't bring him meaningful profit.
Unfortunately, none of them even surpassed a 1 million market cap. The highest was only around 700,000.
Even so, since their current market caps were still low, Liam instructed his bot to use 1,000 dollars to buy and sell once they reached 700,000.
He also bought other coins that could reach over 500,000 market cap.
With 1,000 dollars per coin, securing 1–2% of the supply, he could still make a significant profit.
"Looks like it's getting close…" Liam muttered as he watched Poppon continue rising without dropping, even if the increase was gradual.
ATH after ATH.
The chart began forming upward-slanted green candles.
9 million dollars.
Liam didn't get bored watching it continuously, so he completely ignored his fishing rod—which hadn't caught anything yet, nor had its bell rung.
And perhaps because of the steady rise, panic buying began.
Shua!
It shot straight to an 11 million market cap as many people started throwing in over a thousand dollars.
Once the target was reached, Liam's bot began executing the sell orders.
What it sold was 2% of the total supply, naturally pushing the price down slightly, even though the buy volume remained very high.
Liam watched as his Solana balance increased drastically.
Over 200,000 dollars—from Poppon alone.
The total funds in his wallet were now close to 400,000 dollars, not including the money still in the exchange and what had already been transferred to his bank account.
Altogether, he wasn't far from reaching 1 million dollars.
Liam smiled faintly.
Cling!
Suddenly, the bell on his fishing rod rang.
The line was being pulled.
Liam immediately grabbed the rod and felt the tension at the tip.
A strike—finally.
He stood up, stepping forward as he began reeling it in, drawing the attention of nearby fishermen.
With Liam's experience, he knew this wasn't a big fish—probably only around 500 to 700 grams. The strong pull was mostly due to the river's current.
Even so, the sensation was satisfying.
Other fishermen looked on with envy—they wanted that feeling too.
But just as Liam thought this would be easy, the tension suddenly disappeared.
His smile instantly turned into an ugly expression.
"Hahaha, boy, you're unlucky…" a middle-aged man nearby burst out laughing.
Liam frowned, annoyed, but could only shake his head.
Getting a strike brought a rush of excitement—but losing the fish right after wasn't a pleasant feeling.
It wasn't much different from going all-in on a meme coin only to watch the price crash instantly.
Liam sat down, his mood messy, noticing his live stream had reached 50 viewers—now filled with mocking comments.
Unable to take it, he ended the stream and stopped fishing.
His plan now was simple—buy proper, high-quality fishing gear first.
He went home, leaving his mother napping in the living room, then headed back to the city.
Fishing stores were easy to find.
Liam chose the largest one, stocked with dozens of rod and reel brands.
He didn't hesitate.
He picked a full premium set from Shimano, complete with line, designed for large rivers.
Price: 9,500 dollars.
Other fishermen in the store could only stare in shock at a young man buying such an expensive set.
Liam stored the rod in his garage, though he had no immediate plans to fish again.
A large gym caught his attention.
He saw many muscular men going in and out.
Some of them had fists as big as a human head.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go in.
"Sir, welcome. Would you like to subscribe?" one of the receptionists greeted him warmly.
Even the receptionists here had attractive physiques, clearly showing they exercised regularly.
Slim, toned bodies without visible fat.
"Yes, I'd like to subscribe," Liam replied.
"For how long? One month, three months, or one year? The longer you subscribe, the cheaper it gets. Take a look…" she said, handing him a tablet displaying the pricing list.
"You can also subscribe with a personal trainer," she added.
"No need for a trainer. I'll take one year," Liam said.
It was only around 1,500 dollars—very cheap for him.
This wasn't a luxury gym, but it was large.
And that was exactly what Liam needed.
"Sir, we'll need your ID—driver's license or student card if you're a student," the receptionist said.
Liam handed over his student card.
Not long after, he received his membership card.
He scanned it at the entrance and walked in.
Inside, the training area was filled with barbells and dumbbells.
For the first time, Liam saw hundreds of muscular men.
They could easily lift heavy weights.
There was a staircase leading to the second floor, where female members went up.
It seemed the gym was divided—first floor for men, second floor for women.
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Liam immediately saw numbers appearing on his System screen.
Even within a second, dozens of increments appeared.
Within a minute, hundreds.
The increase was drastic.
And Liam could feel it.
His body was actually growing stronger, even though its shape hadn't changed.
It felt no different from watching his money increase.
Liam sat down, picked up a small dumbbell—only 2.5 pounds.
He began training his arm with it.
His movements were awkward—he had never done this before.
"Bro, if you're a beginner, you should ask a trainer to guide you…" someone suddenly said to him, noticing how he was exercising.