Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!
Chapter 228 - 228: Bitcoin Diversification

Darren sat alone in the high-rise office lounge of the Steele Complex, watching the Los Alverez skyline dim under the blanket of dusk. He hadn't spoken to anyone in hours—not since Rachel had left to organize the Trendteller quarterly licenses. His phone rested on the armrest, untouched, while a half-drunk cup of Genmaicha steamed gently on the side table.

He thought about Rachel for a moment. He was yet to ask her how exactly they had managed to get Trendteller through the application process.

Few nights ago, he had received an email that showed that the digital asset had been initially placed on suspension, so how was it suddenly affirmed for expansion?

Darren half-shrugged, letting it go. He decided he would ask her at a later time. Just out of pure curiosity, not that he distrusted her or anything.

It wasn't like she would have done anything damning to the company in order to get the application process through.

He took a sip from his glass, and when he placed it back on the table, his vision was suddenly filled with light.

The yellow illumination of the Investor System's interface flickered into his vision, causing his head to recoil for a moment.

Darren squinted his eyes to read:

Ding!

┏Quest Complete!┛

┏You have completed: "Enemy of My Enemy"┛

┏Reward: Access to Hidden Network Node (1-time lead bonus)┛

Darren blinked.

'The Enemy of my Enemy Quest?' he thought. 'What are you talking about? I haven't completed that quest at all.'

In fact, he hadn't lifted a finger toward the quest. The whole thing had been about finding a companionship or aid from a person who shares an enemy with him. Especially someone who he most likely would not be allies with.

Dareen leaned forward, one hand stroking his jaw.

"How the hell did that trigger?" he murmured. "Is this a glitch? I never thought that glitches could happen with the system." He tilted his head. "Not that I'm complaining."

Ding!

There was another notification.

┏You've won a Reward Bundle!┛

Darren's brows shot up. "A reward bundle?"

┏Duo reward: Unlocking bundle tier based on early macro-positioning...┛

┏Reward Unlocked: "Sovereign Coin Protocol" — Global Holdings Security Increased┛

┏Future taxation, regulation, and KYC restrictions will be reduced by 82%┛

┏You may now establish decentralized vaults, offshore access nodes, and cold storage clusters┛

Darren's eyes narrowed. Then, slowly, a grin formed.

He exhaled.

"Now that's a reward."

His mind shifted gears instantly. A part of him wanted to investigate the completed quest thingy because he certainly did not complete the quest, neither did he even try.

But, instinct— and discipline— overrode his curiosity.

What was the point of it?

He knew better. Every second spent chasing a completed quest's mechanics was a second wasted on its rewards.

Also, what if he ended up losing the rewards? Eyeing that second one was enough to let him know it was best to keep his mouth shut.

He could really use a reward like that.

In 2011, Bitcoin was still underground. Regulators were clueless. Institutions mocked it.

But that wouldn't last.

He had maybe two years — three if he was lucky — before the IRS, SEC, and world governments came crashing in with laws, tracking tools, and crackdowns.

And this reward had just handed him a head-start on building a fortress no one could pierce.

He stood, dusting off his suit and fixing his tie. 'Diversification is the best move to make now. There wouldn't be a better time to go global, especially when...'

He waited for it.

Ding! The soft chime echoed through the air.

┏System Alert : Minor Crash - Bitcoin has dropped to $4.00.┛

Darren tapped the side of his temple. "... that's about to happen."

He headed towards his door and with a breath of fresh air and ambition, he stepped out to get this started.

After calls and hour of driving over different tech and finance locations in the city, Darren had re-entered an It room—a smaller, quiet room in the east wing of the complex. He opened three laptops side by side, each linked to different shell corporations he had registered weeks ago.

Black Cipher Ltd. — registered in the Cayman Islands. Voltaire Holdings — Zurich, Switzerland. Nalu Stream Enterprises — Lagos, Nigeria.

Each company was nominally in "consulting" or "infrastructure," but their true purpose was simple: to buy and hold Bitcoin in massive quantities without trace.

Darren loaded each wallet with $1.2 million in BTC while it was still under $5.

He carefully distributed the wallets across cold storage setups: encrypted USB drives hidden inside Faraday-shielded safes, several of which he had already stashed in secure vaults— one in a private depository in Switzerland, another inside a shell-owned safety vault in São Paulo.

Then came the security node. He activated the new System perk.

┏Sovereign Coin Protocol: Node Configuration Opened.┛

"Switzerland. Nigeria. Brazil. Hong Kong," he listed aloud.

With a few flicks, digital vaults were created within each node. Darren assigned unique seed phrases to each— each split using a Shamir Secret Sharing protocol. Three parts per wallet, stored in different physical locations.

One part went to a vault. One part embedded inside an encrypted router. One part was memorized.

He leaned back as the map glowed with four pulsating points of secured BTC storage.

"Let them try tracing that."

However, at the back of his mind, he knew he was going to need more than that to stop the Bitcoin purge that would come eventually when the government begins their war against cryptocurrency.

So, the next step was political shielding. For this, Darren called Amelia.

"I need three more fronts," he said.

"For the coin operations?" she replied instantly.

"Exactly. Digital infrastructure firms. I want them to be small and quiet. No American tie-ins. That part's important."

Amelia nodded. "I'll get on it. Do you want pre-registered ones?"

"No," Darren said. "Make them fresh. I want the system to see zero footprints until the moment I cash out."

While Amelia got to work, Darren had Rachel draft white papers and legal registrations for each shell, to be used if ever needed. One posed as an energy analytics firm in Estonia. Another as a cold-storage hardware developer in Tokyo.

Two days later, David flew out under a different name— one provided by the system during an earlier quest. In Zurich, he personally oversaw the storage of one wallet in the St. Gallen Depository, buried in a private compartment.

He wore gloves, avoided cameras, and never used his real signature.

Then to Lagos. A small, nondescript building downtown — a private locker service known to a few.

He placed a separate USB, hidden in a hollowed-out book, and sealed it into a vault with a biometric lock under a corporate name.

In each location, he left behind no trail. Only QR tags embedded into secure personal notes under a cipher known only to him.

By the time he returned to Los Alverez, Darren Steele had become more than a crypto investor.

He had become a sovereign node.

But when he got back, Rachel had news for him.

He was heading towards the elevator and she followed his pace, file and laptop in hand.

"You're going to want to see this," she said, tablet in hand.

Darren turned.

"Another regulation spike?"

"No. Something worse. Or better. Depends on your point of view."

She turned the screen toward him.

On it was a list of blockchain wallet transactions across different countries— mirroring Darren's own pattern. Almost identical. Spread. Diversified. Node-seeded.

Darren frowned. "What the hell is this? Is someone copying my moves or something?"

Rachel bit her lips. "Yes."

"Who?"

She moved the cursor to highlight the ID tag at the top of the screen.

It belonged to the man that owned the second most amount of Bitcoin in history.

Adam Scotland.

Darren narrowed his eyes. 'This guy.'

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