Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin! Chapter 141 141: Cooling Crisis

Even though he returned ho late, Darren ca to work early the next day. He had barely even seen his mother for the past few days even though they lived in the sa house and he'd almost forgotten how to even socialize.

All of his focus was on the Mining Operation.

As it turned out, this operation was a lot more difficult than buying computers and GPU'S and hiring tech savvys.

Real work was going on here.

Like literal mining, it was hot. And for the workers to go on, they required guidance and the mural boost of their boss.

And Darren was the boss. The Head of Operations.

So, in order to beco the Bitcoin Billionaire of ages, this was the hard work he had to put in.

And—

Splash! Darren washed his face with water, pushing the sleep he never had last night away.

—the sacrifices he had to make.

As he made his way up the elevators, his employees greeted him while Rachel kept him up to speed with what was happening. But even she noticed his mind was not there, and he had barely listened to anything he said.

After retrieving the coffee she had gotten for him, he said a hurried thank you and began making his way into quieter corridors of the glass do.

After passing key-card doors after key-card doors, he arrived at the Operations Room.

The sound was different today.

Not the humming thrum of healthy hardware—but a growl. A low, straining rumble that layered the usual fan buzz with sothing off.

Darren heard it the mont he stepped into the room. He paused at the doorway, brow furrowing as warm air kissed his cheek. It was hotter. Noticeably.

Kara was already inside, crouched near Rig 6 with a thermal scanner. A technician stood nervously behind her, notebook in hand. Rico leaned on a table nearby, watching steam rise from his coffee and from the GPU racks alike.

This made Darren frown.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, stepping in.

Kara looked up, tight-lipped. "We're redlining."

First his brows raised, then they lowered, then he creased them, going through multiple stages of confusion. "Redlining? I— why— What happened?"

Kara pointed to the wall display.

Ambient Room Temp: 38.2°C (↑ 7°C)

Average GPU Temp: 91°C

Fan Load: 98%

Hashrate Fluctuation: -6.1% overnight

"If this continues, Rig 6 and 7 will throttle. Then we'll lose block speed," Kara said. "It's not catastrophic— not yet —but it's creeping up every hour."

Rico sighed. "Even with all fans running, the exhaust vents can't clear the heat fast enough. These GPUs aren't just crunching numbers, boss. They're cooking dinner."

Darren stared at the dashboard, his mind whirring.

"We've hit the edge of air cooling… sooner than I expected."

"So what do we do?" Kara asked. "I an even the chanic is drawing a blank, and he's a chanic. They know stuff."

Darren wanted to grunt. He looked at all three of them and just turned around. "I need to think," he said.

Dumping his briefcase on his table, he sat down and began rubbing his temples. He wasn't a chanic, so there was nothing he could do about it. To get one down here would cut down ti and reduce their output.

Quickly, he went to the system for help, activating the Amplified Bitcoin Analyzer.

Ding!

┏A•B•A Notice: Cooling Threshold Exceeded┛

┏Suggested Solution: Implent Phase 1 Liquid Subrsion Cooling (Experintal in 2010)┛

┏Projected Impact: 22% Performance Stability

— Reduced component stress

— Elimination of thermal throttling

— Increased lifespan of GPUs

┏Risks:

— Potential component damage without proper insulation

— No comrcial precedent (Extre First Mover Strategy)┛

Darren crossed his arms. 'Mineral oil cooling.' He exhaled. 'I don't know about this, System. But I'm going to trust you. A chanic is here to contain the risk so I think we can pull it off.'

He got on his feet. "Okay, I've got a shortcut. Mineral oil cooling."

Kara looked up sharply. "Whoa. Are you serious, boss? That's still fringe even for the forum nerds. We'd be the first comrcial setup doing it."

"Exactly," Darren replied. "No competition ans no reference. That's how we own the future, isn't it?"

The chanic stared at Darren. "You just ca up with that by sitting for a couple minutes?" He looked at Rico and Kara. "Who the hell is this guy?"

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By midmorning, Darren had cleared out two racks. He tasked Kara and Rico with setting up the prototype tank.

The room swelled with tension and excitent as the first transparent acrylic tub was wheeled in, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Kara walked around it like an engineer inspecting a prototype engine.

"Food-grade mineral oil only," she ordered. "No conductivity. Just make sure there are no bubbles."

They suspended the test rig — Rig 8 — on a mounting fra, disconnected the case fans, and dipped the motherboard and GPUs into the fluid. The oil glead like liquid glass.

The mont they booted it, the room collectively held its breath.

Whirr…

Buzz…

Silent.

Rico blinked. "...It's running. It's actually running. What the fuck, is Darren like a genius or sothing?"

Kara smiled. "I've been asking myself the sa thing."

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By 12:00 PM, it was ti for the Results Check.

The dashboard pinged with results from the subrged rig:

Rig 8 (Liquid-Cooled):

Temp: 42.1°C

Hashrate: 85.2 MH/s

Power Efficiency: 11%

Noise Output: -70%

Stability: 99.9% upti

It has worked. Perfectly. No risks.

Darren stood behind the team, nodding slowly. "Rico, Kara — you've just built the new standard for every miner in the world. Docunt the entire process. This tech is ours now."

She did just that, and soon Steele Tech™ was already in sight, with the first product made.

But that was for another day.

Work continued in the Operations Room, Darren reviewed the electrical grid readouts. The rigs were sucking more power than anticipated.

"We're skating close to capacity. One surge and it's a blackout."

To deal with this, he called a private number. Ten minutes later, he was on a rooftop eting with an LA power official.

"Install a backup transforr. Discreetly. No headlines," Darren instructed. "You'll get a bonus per month. Just keep the juice flowing."

The official lit a cigarette and nodded. "You've got a deal, Mr. Steele."

When the day ca to an end, Kara was standing in front of the whiteboard again. She updated it.

Day 3 of Week 3 BTC Output: 4 Blocks = 200 BTC

Current Price: $0.50

Value: $100

Hashrate Stability: 19%

Noise Reduction: 62%

Cooling Efficiency: 27% ↑

She admired it all. "And once again, you silence all my doubts."

A smile of respect and love stretched on her face. "Just how do you do it, Mr. D?"