Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 116: Setting Up Profile

Darren sprawled across the plush leather couch lazily, the faint glow of his Blackberry Asha poured a soft light on his face as he stared at its screen.

It wasn't Facebook, 2go, Twitter or even the newly rising Instagram, but CryptoTracker could be of really great use to Darren when it came to growing his business.

Especially since he was already famous.

The CryptoTracker app stared back at him, a screen loaded and showed him his half-baked profile with the vacant profile picture and the temporary pseudonym, FuglyDuckling.

His follower count sat at 4.1 million — a number that made his chest tighten with a strange mix of pride and disbelief.

It had to be generated or something. 4.1 million people? This was a business app for investment especially in Cryptocurrency. Or perhaps, were the followers from the main app as well? BusinessTracker?

Darren scrolled through other big names.

ScottishPanda (Adam Scotland) had 2 million followers.

CheyenneLamb (Cheyenne L. Bordeaux) had 1.9 million.

ArchibaldMoon (Archibald Mooney) had 1.7 million

Surprisingly, his daughter AlettaMoon (Aletta Mooney) had 1.7 million as well.

There were some other popular names under, including Tyler Wilson who was at 1.1 million.

How had Darren found himself as the most followed account on the app? He hadn't even bothered to drop a like or leave a comment. All he did was make Bitcoin purchases that seemed rather normal in his former time, but ridiculous to everyone in 2010.

The absurdity of it almost made him laugh.

He went through the setup prompts, finally getting around to fleshing out his profile.

For the picture, he scrolled through his gallery and landed on one Rachel had insisted he take for the company's website.

Tentatively, Darren had agreed.

A hired photographer had captured him in a sharp suit against a minimalist backdrop — cool, composed, with no smile of course on his face.

It looked formal enough. Perfect. He uploaded it.

Next came the pseudonym. Darren chewed on the thought for a moment, fingers hovering over the buttons.

'Ugh... FuglyDuckling... I don't know...'

It had been a quirky placeholder, but it felt a bit ridiculous at this point. However, something about it was already drained into his persona.

So, Darren decided to trim it down, settling on Mr. Duckling.

Since his Google account was now connected to the app, his full name showed under the pseudonym, Darren Steele. Below it was his personal information.

It was straightforward: 21 years old, White, Male, Graduate of Brookfield University of Business and Literature, then the list of his degrees and awards.

Then came the business details. He leaned into it, crafting a profile that mirrored the titans he admired while keeping it true to his own empire-in-the-making:

- Steele Investments (Cryptocurrency, Finance, Infrastructure, Real Estate, Technology)

Primary focus: Bitcoin, with a portfolio spanning high-risk, high-reward ventures.

- High-Stakes Investment Opportunities (Min Buy-in: $10M)

Exclusive access for elite players ready to bet big.

He hit save, and once the profile was completed, he noticed a blue tick beside his name—a badge for verified, highly followed accounts.

Darren stared at it, brow furrowing. Blue was fine, sure, but he'd seen the golden ticks on other profiles.

He remembered it was for ultra verified Billionaire users, reserved for moguls and CEOs dripping in wealth and influence.

At 4.1 million followers, the most on the app, didn't he deserve gold? He tapped the tick, and the description confirmed it.

Gold was meant for the top of the top, the Cheyenne Lambs and the Archibald Mooneys, irrespective of how many followers one had.

A wry smile tugged at his lips. "Vain little thing," he muttered, shaking his head. "Means nothing, really, and yet we chase it like it's a medal. I guess a multi billionaire is what I have to be if I want a golden tick."

He noticed his inbox was red, brimming with unread messages. He opened it, scrolling through the flood that had poured in since his first investment.

There were messages from a month ago, then another after his first profit, and another after his second investment. Then, it seemed that after he went public, that was when hundreds more notifications came in.

The messages were a chaotic mix of admiration, venom, and desperation. He skimmed them, his reactions flickering between amusement, annoyance, and indifference.

Some were simply just hating, calling him a grifter and a money waster. Like CryptoKing99 who had this to say;

-"You're a fraud, Steele. No way a kid like you pulls this off legit. Enjoy it while it lasts! Crash is coming."

Darren rolled his eyes. Just a bitter nobody who couldn't stomach someone younger outpacing them.

It was somewhat fun receiving hate mail. Darren had heard so many influencers from the former timeline talk about it. Now that he was the one getting it, he didn't understand what the fuss was about.

This was prime entertainment. Comedy.

After ignoring HandsomeDuckling, who claimed once again that he was the better Duckling and also the better looking Duckling, he moved on to the next.

- From BTCBeliever: "You're a legend! That last move was genius—teach me your ways, man!"

A faint smirk crossed his face. Flattery was nice, but he wasn't here to play mentor. He scrolled and scrolled, finding Pennywise23.

- "Please, Duckling! I've got $500 to my name. Tell me what to invest in — I'm begging you!"

Darren sighed, 'How am I ever going to get to all these messages?'

- From LilyRoseX: "Mr. Darren Steele, saw your pic in the magazine! Cute and rich? Dangerous combo. ;) Say hi back?"

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Darren snorted, shaking his head. She's pretty. Unfortunate name though.

He found some other messages that were more kind mannered and thoughtful, praising him, but then, a particular message caught his eye, stopping his scroll dead:

From CheyenneLamb— Mr. Steele, do you not plan on responding to my friend request?

He froze, staring at the screen.

Cheyenne Lamb Bordeaux — CEO of The Bordeaux Corporation, a sprawling empire of finance, real estate, and luxury assets. A woman who didn't just play the game but owned the board, and the only female owner of an Empire Company in Calivernia.

Darren pursed his lips. Presently, he had one friend on the app; SandyBeach, good old Sandy, who'd ballooned to over 500,000 followers just for being his only friend.

And Darren had over a million friend requests at this point. But why was someone of Cheyenne Lamb's caliber so insistent on linking up with him?

Curiosity tugged at Darren as he stared at her profile.

His thumbs hovered, then typed: 'Why are you so eager, Miss Lamb?' He hit send, leaning back as the message zipped off into the ether.

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Ding!

Miles away, in an expansive, regal room draped in lights that were soft, amber and soothing, a delicate chime of music floated through the air, coming from a distant piano.

On a glass table, a phone dinged. A pristine hand reached for it, styled lavender nails decorated the beautiful hand as it picked the phone from the table and lifted it.

Beautiful silver eyes, though cold and piercing, fixed on the screen.

Cheyenne Lamb Bordeaux read the message coldly.