The Portrait of the Person Who Turned to the Dark Side in the "Coin Field"

Context: The third watch has struck. In the dark secret chamber, not a sound, only the strange green and red light emanating from the ancient magic artifact “Twin Screen Illusion Mirror” shines through.
Characters: A shadowy figure sits cross-legged, motionless like a thousand-year-old stone statue, but the aura of deadly qi radiating from him makes one’s back go cold. This person, according to rumors, is the true disciple of the “Futures Demon Sect,” with the alias “Gong Lo Great Hero.”
Focus (Highlight):
Oh wow, look at those eyes!
They are not hazy like someone under the “Five Stones Powder” (cannabis), nor shimmering falsely like the drunkard “Eight Immortals” (alcohol). Nor do they have the fierce, glaring stare of someone who just swallowed the “Fury Bile Pill” (cocaine).
Those are the eyes of someone who has cultivated the “Chart Form Great Technique” to the point of losing their mind. The pupils are wide open, glaring, but inside they are empty, soulless, as if the soul has been drained into the dancing green and red Japanese candles on the screen.
That gaze contains both the bloodthirstiness of greed (when seeing the green candles standing tall) and the despair of hopelessness (when seeing the red candles piercing support). It is a penetrating gaze that sees through the heart, not the real world, but only the Fibonacci levels and Bollinger Bands tightening around the throat.
Body and Internal Energy:
A gaunt face, pale green complexion from year-round absence of sunlight, only accompanied by the screen’s glow. Hair disheveled like a crow’s nest after countless sleepless nights guarding the “Entry Beautiful.”
Thin, bony hands with prominent blue veins, still clutching the “Mouse Divine Mechanism,” with trembling index finger hovering over the “Long/Short” button, ready to unleash the “All-in Divine Palm” (All-in) at any moment.
Inside his body, internal energy is in chaos. The demon within rises fiercely. Every time “CZ Old Master” posts bad news, his blood pressure spikes, his qi runs wild, and he mutters incomprehensible incantations that sound like ghostly wails: “Stoploss is hit…”, “It’s burning…”, “Back to shore… let me go back to shore…”
This person no longer belongs to the mortal world. He is a slave to Dopamine, a victim of the “Liquidation Sweep Death” strikes. He lives on the edge between “Attaining the Dao and Ascending” (x100 account) and “Eternal Unrepentance” (Về mo).
A weary sigh echoes in the silent night: “This life is a loss, in the next life, I pray not to be a Coin trader…”