Dodged Luna, dodged 312, but couldn't escape that night at the foot of Everest

Brothers, listen to me.

Just received news that a big shot in the A9 circle is gone.

It's not a contract liquidation, not an exchange run, not a hacker theft.

He died after camping overnight at the foot of Everest with fellow hikers.

How impressive was he?

This big shot, most veterans in the circle have heard of him.

On 312, Bitcoin dropped 50% in half an hour. How many people got liquidated in a chain reaction? He cleared his positions early and bought at the bottom with precision.

On 519, ten thousand people wiped out, but he came out unscathed.

Luna collapsed from $80 to 0.00001. How many big players went back to zero overnight? He sensed the danger early and withdrew safely.

On 1011, exchanges爆雷, but he didn't keep his coins on exchanges.

Cold wallet, only trusting himself.

Someone who has survived three bull and bear cycles in the crypto world, from A6 to A9—what level do you think he's at?

Risk control? Embedded in his bones.

Discipline? Harder than steel.

He avoided everything in this circle that could kill him, yet died in what seemed the most gentle place.

Here's what happened:

He had already retired successfully.

Since last year, he stopped watching charts, stopped monitoring K-lines, stopped waking up at 3 a.m. to watch Federal Reserve meetings.

Bought a few houses, stored hundreds of BTC, and started a life of enjoying mountains and rivers.

Climbed snow-capped mountains, crossed grasslands, photographed starry skies, posted on social media.

It looked pretty carefree, right?

On his trip to Everest, he initially just wanted to explore nearby, take photos of the sunrise over the golden mountain, stay two nights, then come back.

He stayed one night at the base camp, then met a group of hikers the next day, including a woman who’s said to be quite well-known in the outdoor circle.

They got along well, planning to go to a higher camp at nearly 5500 meters for sunrise the next day.

He hesitated.

He had never spent a night above 5000 meters before. Could his body handle it? He wasn’t sure.

But the woman said: “Since you’re here, how can you not go see how amazing it is?”

Since you’re here.

These four words, how many people have died because of them?

Since you’re here, just tough it out a little longer, and the mood will lift.

Since you’re here, borrow some money to top up your position—you won’t blow up.

Since you’re here, this coin is about to run out of time if you don’t push now.

He forgot how he survived in the crypto world.

It wasn’t because of “since you’re here,” but because he knew when to walk away.

That night,

They arrived at the camp at 5 p.m.

The weather was okay, just windy.

He brought a down jacket, a sleeping bag, an oxygen tank—everything was well prepared.

But altitude sickness isn’t something you can fully prepare for.

That night, he started to get headaches, nausea, and shortness of breath.

His companions suggested oxygen, and he took some, which eased his symptoms a bit.

The woman took out alcohol, saying, “Have a couple of sips to warm up.”

He drank.

Someone in the crypto circle who never leverages, never chases highs, never FOMO, drinking at 5500 meters altitude.

Alcohol suppresses the respiratory center, which at high altitude is basically suicide.

At 3 a.m., his companions found him unresponsive, unable to wake him, lips turning purple.

They had to retreat urgently and rushed him to the nearest clinic, but it was too late.

What’s the worst part?

His cold wallet private key, containing hundreds of BTC, also disappeared.

Yes, it wasn’t on the chain, not stored with a custodian, no backups given to anyone.

He was someone who deeply believed only he could protect his assets.

Cold wallet, physical storage—only he knew where the private key was.

Now, no one does.

Hundreds of BTC, worth millions of dollars at current prices, buried at the foot of Everest with him.

He protected against hackers, exchanges, project teams, everyone—yet he couldn’t protect himself from one decision.

Brothers, I’m not telling a horror story.

I’m talking about something many people haven’t fully understood:

The greatest risk in this circle has never been the market.

On 312, you could go all in and hide.

On 519, you could short hedge.

During Luna, you could just not use UST.

When exchanges爆雷, you could keep your coins off.

But there’s one thing you can never dodge—yourself.

Your greed, your luck, your “since you’re here.”

These are the real killers.

Someone who can earn an A9 in the crypto world, in terms of IQ, risk control, and discipline, is definitely top-tier.

But in a completely unfamiliar environment, in a field he doesn’t understand, in front of a woman, he forgot all discipline.

You think you’re strong because you haven’t left your comfort zone.

I’m not advising you not to do outdoor adventures, nor telling you not to travel with the opposite sex.

What I want to say is:

Surviving in the crypto world doesn’t mean you can survive elsewhere.

You dodged 312, 519, Luna—doesn’t mean you can dodge a bottle of alcohol, a woman, or a “since you’re here.”

True risk control isn’t how cautious you are in the market.

It’s maintaining caution after you’ve left the market.

Rest in peace, big shot.

As for those hundreds of BTC—

Just consider it your entrance fee for climbing Everest.