Novels by Nuelb

The brightness of Ethan’s monitors made the dark apartment glow with blues and greens candles. Charts went across multiple screens with red and green candles battling for dominance. His heartbeat raced against his chest but he remained steady but alert. The Phantom Trader had become a name talked about across online forums. Every move he made seemed to draw more attention.Tonight, the market felt… wrong.“System,” Ethan muttered, leaning closer to the screen, “give me a full scan. Something’s off.”A crisp chime rang in his ears.“System Alert: Market Manipulation DetectedStatus: Unnatural pump signals forming.Estimated origin: Coordinated wallets.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. Someone was laying bait.Across the city, in the gleaming Holt Capital skyscraper, Damien Holt stood behind his analysts. His sharp suit glistened in the fluorescent light, and his cold eyes locked onto the live feed of trading activity.“Is the trap set?” he asked without turning.One of the analysts, a pale y

The glow of multiple monitors filled Ethan’s small apartment. The show on his face in shifting streams of green and red candlesticks. The sound of his outdated computer blended with the steady sound of his own heartbeat. He had barely slept since his last victory, but fatigue wasn’t an option. The market never stopped moving, and neither could he.“System Notification! Daily Trading Session Activated. Preparing system modules… New Feature Unlocked: Whale Watcher.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Whale Watcher? What’s that supposed to mean?”The interface of the system flickered, opening a sleek new panel at the side of his dashboard. Pulsing dots appeared across the blockchain map and each tagged with wallet IDs and transaction histories.“System Explanation! Whale Watcher is a predictive tracking module. It scans wallets holding more than $100M in assets, analyzing patterns of movement, trade intent, and hidden signals. When a whale buys or sells, you will be alerted seconds before the tran

The room glowed with the shifting light of a dozen monitors, each one displaying candlestick charts, trading forums, and news tickers. Damien Holt sat forward in his leather chair. His sharp jaw set as his gaze burned into the largest screen mounted on the wall.A replay of last night’s viral video filled the display.“The Phantom Trader.” He muttered. The anonymous contender who had entered a trading contest with mere scraps of capital and flipped it into fifty thousand dollars before the world’s eyes.The replay showed every insane call, every perfectly timed exit, and that final suicidal 100x leverage strike that should have liquidated any sane trader. Instead, it had crowned Phantom Trader as champion.The crowd’s online reaction scrolled like wildfire across the feed.He started a reply of the chats,“Phantom Trader is a monster!”“This guy reads the market like he built it himself!”“Who IS he?!”Damien’s hands tightened around the edge of his desk. ‘That style… those trades… t

The glow of Ethan’s cracked phone lit up his face as he stared at the system’s new prompt.“System Notification! New Optional Path Unlocked: Public Arena Trading Competitions.Recommended for Host: Ethan Cross.Warning: Risk of humiliation is high. Success yields exponential influence.”His pulse quickened. He had just clawed his way out of Victor Kane’s trap and the adrenaline still hadn’t left his bloodstream. He could feel his hands trembling, not from fear, but from the anticipation of finally stepping onto a stage where others would be forced to watch.“Phantom Trader…” he whispered, testing the name on his lips. A figure that no one could link back to Ethan Cross, the homeless delivery boy everyone laughed at.The system pulsed with approval.“System Prompt!Identity Module Activated.Codename: Phantom Trader.Masking protocol initiated. Digital footprint scrubbed.”His screen distorted, glitching for a second before reforming into a new interface. A dark, minimalist holographic

The night air in the city was heavy with rain. Water dripped from the rusted pipes above the alley, each drop echoed like a ticking clock. Ethan walked with his hood pulled low. His cheap sneakers soaked from the puddles. He carried no bag, no umbrella and no weapon. It was just a dying phone in his pocket, still buzzing faintly with the glow of the Digital Dominion System interface.For the first time since his mother’s death, he had hope. He had completed his first quest. He had turned one dollar into one thousand. He had tasted victory.But fate wasn’t done testing him.From the shadow of a broken lamppost, a deep voice growled.“Well, well… look who’s crawling the streets like a rat.”Ethan froze. He knew that voice.Victor Kane stepped out, flanked by four thick-set men with shaved heads and fists like sledgehammers. The alley closed in around Ethan as the men spread out, boxing him in.Victor lit a cigar, the flame illuminating his scarred jaw. He took a slow drag, then exhaled

Ethan Cross sat hunched over a dimly lit screen inside the dingy corner of a rundown internet café. His heart pounded so loudly that it drowned out the sound of old computers and the faint smell of burnt coffee in the air. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, but he shoved the hunger aside.The Digital Dominion System’s notification still glowed in his mind like a firebrand,“Mission: Turn $1 into $1,000 within 24 hours.Penalty: Permanent ban from all trading systems.Reward: Beginner AI Bot – Scalper-X.”Twenty-four hours with only one chance and no safety net.“This is insane,” Ethan muttered, gripping his hair. “One wrong move and I’m finished… but if I pull this off that means I am made.” He glanced at the glowing words again. “I’ll prove I’m not a failure to my father and to everyone.”The countdown timer ticked mercilessly, “23:41:16.”Ethan inhaled deeply, steadying his shaking hands as he scanned the exchanges. The system’s tutorials had been bl