The Night My Wife Left, I Made $500 Trillion From Crypto

A trillionaire overnight

Ethan sat inside his battered truck under the pouring rain, staring at the notification on his phone as if it were a venomous snake.

Credit Alert

+$500,000,000,000,000.00 USD

Your wallet has received a new deposit.

He blinked in shock, his mind unable to process the numbers. Five hundred trillion dollars. That was more money than what most countries even had.

With unsteady hands, he refreshed his crypto wallet.

Nothing changed. The number was still displayed in bold font: $500,000,000,000,000.00.

His thumb trembled as he closed the application, waited three seconds, then opened it again. The balance was still there, yelling at him with multiple zeros.

He had spent the last five years struggling to pay his bills. Now he was worth trillions of dollars.

"This has to be a glitch," he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse. "Because it's just not possible."

He opened the transaction history, his heart pounding so loudly that he could barely hear the rain outside. A new entry appeared right at the very top of the screen:

Deposit Received

Amount: $500,000,000,000,000.00

Status: Confirmed

Ethan's mouth slowly fell open. "Confirmed? From who?"

His brow furrowed as he tapped the transaction. A long string of letters and numbers appeared beneath it. It was the block chain transaction ID.

Ethan didn't understand most of what he was looking at, but he recognized something interesting. The receiving wallet address belonged to him.

Leaning back against his seat, Ethan felt his heart pounding. Where did the money come from? There was no way anyone could have just sent him five hundred trillion dollars. That kind of money shouldn't even exist.

Suddenly, it hit him.

Five years ago, when he first got into crypto, he bought a small amount of Bitcoin called AUX. It was hardly worth anything—perhaps just a few hundred dollars.

At that time, the coins were worth so little that everyone called him a madman. They said cryptocurrency was a scam.

Ethan hadn't listened. He transferred the Bitcoin into a private wallet and planned to hold it for several years.

Eventually, he had completely forgotten about that wallet until now.

Ethan quickly opened the wallet's older records and was shocked to find his original Bitcoin purchase from five years ago.

AUX.

"I can't believe it," he exclaimed as he read it. "You're telling me I've had this thing for five years?"

Five years ago, when AUX was established, the company behind it offered a special reward to those holding Bitcoin in specific private wallets.

Anyone who qualified would receive a small amount of AUX.

Ethan had apparently qualified but never claimed the reward. He wasn't even aware it existed.

Because he neither touched nor sold his token, his wallet kept accumulating AUX repeatedly throughout the years.

As of this evening, the tokens in his crypto wallet had reached an estimated value of $500 trillion. But the big question still remains: could he actually convert them into real money?

With trembling fingers, Ethan opened the withdrawal section. His heart pounded as he entered an amount into his primary bank account.

The application displayed the conversion:

AUX Converted: $1,000,000.00

Withdrawal Amount: $1,000,000.00

Ethan stared at the confirmation button.

He hesitated briefly, his thumb lingering above the confirmation button. If this were a glitch, the transaction would fail.

However, if it worked, the money would be deposited into his bank.

He took a deep breath and pressed the confirm button.

The app spun briefly as it processed the request. Ethan held his breath, his blood pounding as he watched the small loading icon.

Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate.

Transaction Successful: A deposit of $1,000,000.00 USD has been credited to your bank account.

Ethan stared at the screen. Then he opened his banking app. The update to the balance was immediate.

Available Balance: $1,003,247.89

His previous balance had been a measley $3,247.89. It was all that was left of his savings after years of unsuccessful trades. Now it was over a million dollars.

Ethan slowly lowered the phone, his mind completely blown. "No way," he whispered. "The money is real. I have five hundred trillion dollars sitting in my crypto wallet."

He pressed his head against the steering wheel, gripping it tightly to prevent himself from collapsing.

Five hundred trillion dollars.

The realization struck him with the force of a freight train. He could rule this city. He can buy whatever he wants: Skyscrapers, hotels, yachts, private jets.

He could easily make Damian Rhodes look like a beggar on the street and crush everyone who had laughed at him.

* * * *

Ethan's mind was still reeling from shock as he drove through the rain-soaked streets in silence. He needed to get home and figure out his next move.

As he pulled into the narrow street leading to his apartment building, his headlights revealed a figure standing under an umbrella near the entrance.

Even through the darkness and rain, Ethan instantly recognized the silhouette.

It was Mr. Henderson, his landlord.

Ethan's jaw set rigidly. Of course, the man would pick tonight of all nights to come collect his rent.

Ethan parked the truck and stepped out into the rain, his crutches splashing through puddles as he headed toward the entrance. His clothes were thoroughly soaked, but he barely noticed.

"Mr. Henderson," Ethan called out, forcing a neutral tone. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

The landlord, a stout man in his sixties who always wore a scowl, stepped forward. Without warning, his hand shot out and connected with Ethan's cheek in a sharp, stinging slap.

SMACK!

Ethan stumbled back, his crutches nearly slipping from under him. He touched his face where the man had struck him, his eyes widening in shock.

"What the hell was that for?" Ethan demanded.

"Don't give me that crap!" Henderson barked, his face red with anger. "Your rent is overdue by six months! You owe me $100,000, and I can't wait any longer! I'm throwing you and your wife out next week! Give me my money now, or I'll have the police evict you both!"

Ethan stared at the man, his mind suddenly very, very calm. The slap still stung on his cheek, but he felt nothing. Instead of showing any reaction, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What's your account number?" he asked flatly.

Henderson blinked, completely caught off guard. "What did you say?"

"Your account number," Ethan repeated, his voice cold and sharp. "I asked for your banking details so I can transfer the money to you. Unless you'd prefer cash?"

The landlord's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. This wasn't how the confrontation was supposed to go. Ethan should have begged, made excuses, and grovelled.

Instead, he stood there with his phone in hand, looking confident.

"Fine," Henderson muttered, quickly reciting his account number. "But don't think you can trick me. I'll know if the payment doesn't go through."

Ethan entered the details, then typed in the amount and pressed confirm. The transaction was completed in an instant.

"Done," Ethan said, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

Henderson's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, narrowing his eyes as he read the notification. Then his face turned pale.

"I...I see it," he stammered, shocked. "The money is here. All of it."

Before the landlord even processed what was happening, Ethan raised his hand and slapped Henderson’s face with all his might.

SMACK!