You are a dev in the cryptocurrency world, living in a small rental room in Shenzhen with your co-renter for a long time. As you dominate in the BSC space, you suddenly feel a bit bored and happen to hear that SOL is quite popular lately, so you plan to change the battlefield and carve out a territory of your own in SOL.

You have infiltrated several "dog coin chat groups". Even though you are a dev, you often share your genuine feelings, sharing your daily meals, the movies you watched, and the projects you are excited about, pretending to be a fool in the group every day. In reality, you are secretly launching projects, aiming to pump 50 schemes a day and sending them to various groups, while also @ing group members and pretending to say, "Bro, help me check this CA, I feel it can take off, why not invest a bit."

As long as a group member gets in, you will immediately dev sell and then dump the 20 pre-prepared mouse warehouses fiercely on their heads. When the group is filled with curses, you take the lead and say, "Foolish dev, what the hell." You play the part of a perfect victim.

But eventually, the truth can't be hidden forever. One day, the group owner discovers that you have been poisoning the group, and everyone starts @ing you madly. At that moment, you see your group members turning against you, and you dare not say a word, quietly exiting the group chat, not even having the courage to look at the words they directed at you.

When you go out at night, you suddenly smell a foul odor coming from yourself; it turns out you haven’t been out for half a month. This is the first time you have stepped out of your home in the past two weeks. Looking back, it seems like you have no friends in real life anymore; your group members have become your internet family, chatting with you for at least 16 hours a day, but you have sent toxic CAs to your internet family.

In a daze, you feel a little remorseful, thinking about how your group members, who once chatted with you about everything, suddenly turned against you, as if needles were piercing your heart. You are lost, lost your best friends, lost the destination for tonight's outing; it seems that even a foot spa holds no meaning for you, even less interesting than your group members by a thousandth.

In an instant, you are even tired of this deceitful life; you no longer want to be a dev, you want to join your group members in fooling around with silly projects, laughing together when making money, and cursing together when losing money, but you can never go back; you are still a fool $ETH .