The Degen Den wasn't a casino.

It was a screaming neon hellbox, where the only games were gambling on coins even cockroaches wouldn't touch.

Algorithm-driven slot machines spat out charts faster than your brain could process.

And everywhere you looked, someone was YOLOing their rent money on a project called
"HuggyToken420."

Bliffy squinted through the strobe lights, mind pounding.

Another memory bubbled up.

Bliffy's brilliant plan:

1. Win big.

2. Buy back the entire supply of BlinkDrive coins.

3. Find the real one.

Simple. Logical. Absolutely doomed.

He'd marched right up to the high-stakes table, dropped the last of his tokens on the riskiest asset he could find, and rolled the dice.

First spin: WIN.

Bliffy grinned. Destiny!

Second spin: LOSS.

Bliffy frowned. Happens to the best.

Third spin: LOSS.

Bliffy stared blankly at the screen.

His balance: $2.00.

He stared at it.

He felt the crushing, greasy weight of failure.

He whispered:

"I'm fcuked."

And then—

BOOM.

A siren blared.

A massive red candle slammed across the casino tickers.

Every screen started flashing:

🚨 $BLINKDRIVE COLLAPSE: -99.99% 🚨

Total liquidation.

Bliffy's eyes widened.

What the hell just happened?

He didn't know.

He didn't care.

All he knew was—

BlinkDrive was worthless.

And he had two bucks.

Without thinking, Bliffy bought the entire supply.

Every. Single. One.

He staggered back from the machine, blinking in the casino's poisoned air.

A voice cut through the chaos—familiar, smug, and slightly drunk.

Ponke.

Sprawled across two chairs, balancing a margarita in one hand and flipping tokens into the air with the other.

Nice moves, mate! Ponke cackled. Buy low, pray high!

Bliffy gave him a weak thumbs up.

He wasn't sure if Ponke was congratulating him or laughing at him.

Probably both.

Back in Present.

Chad's voice echoed in his head.

"Someone swept the entire supply. Every last token."

Bliffy's brain caught up.

Wait.

Wait.

He was the one.

He bought everything.

He patted his pockets frantically.

Found something small.

Cold. Metal.

A key…

A real one. Not virtual. Not digital.

The key to ?

Bliffy squeezed it in his fist, the weight of it sending a jolt up his spine.

He needed to remember.

Fast.

Because something told him he was running out of time.