FROSTBORN: Rise of the dark legend

Ch. 007 Unlocking a cheat code

Once Ragnar was sure his roommates had gone to bed, he quickly got to work. They had been all over him, trying to make him confess the reason his bloodline awakened the ability to heal itself. But no matter how they asked, he denied it fervently not admitting he had an encounter. 

The Void ice archive was a peerless treasure that nearly ruined the world the last time it appeared. Now, people no longer remember what it should look like. He must absolutely never admit he had such a thing. 

With how weak his current self was, stealing the archive would be as easy as snatching candy from a baby. 

Ragnar’s fingers tapped against his thigh, his brain working like a clock. After some minutes of consideration, he made a choice. 

“Best techniques to make money.” He muttered, under the blanket, touching the pendant. 

A series of information flooded into his brain, listing abilities and what they could do. 

After thirty minutes of careful consideration, he picked one of the pamphlets floating in the space before him. 

“I choose the golden eyes techniques.” 

The moment the words left his lips, the pamphlet turned to a streak of light, and disappeared into his body. Instantly, his blue eyes flashed a fiery gold, exposing the power beneath. 

Unexpectedly, he didn't need to waste time learning it. The technique automatically fused into his body, making it a part of his natural abilities. 

He sat up and looked around the room. Something green was glowing under Vonn's desk. 

‘Imperial green jade.’ The words came to his mind as if he had always known this. 

Vonn was into stone gambling, so he had a pile of uncut stones he just purchased. 

Unexpectedly, the moment Ragnar fused with the techniques, he could see the interior of the stones clearly. The quality, purity, and color was visible at a glance. 

His heart began to pound, blood roaring in his ears. Wasn't this a cheat code? 

With this in his hands, he could cheat his way into lasting wealth. He could engage in jade gambling and sweep the market clean, clearing both the dealers’ capital and profits into his own pockets. He just unlocked a golden meal card. 

The celadons in their room now appeared extraordinary in his eyes. He could see those that were real antiques, and those that were replicas. 

“Wow! Just wow!” The excitement bubbling in his chest made his toes curl and he kept nodding like a lizard, his teeth exposed in a wide grin. 

“Could this ability also be used to detect stocks?”

In Ragnar’s previous life, he had dabbled in stocks. However, trading stocks had been so uncertain that he decided to abandon it and focus on other business ventures. If this golden eye technique could also be used for trading stocks, he wouldn't need to fear making losses. 

He opened his advanced computer system. 

The computers available in Ragnar's time were advanced, and could be used for numerous things. Unlike twenty-first century devices, it was faster, more accurate, and multifaceted. 

Ragnar had one of the best computers with a 10G network connectivity. 

He navigated to his dormant stock trading account, and opened it to look at the stock market. The normally blank charts appeared especially colorful tonight. 

Some of the stocks were marked gold, some were marked green, and some others were marked red. 

His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to the screen.

“Gold should be the stocks with the highest return potential, red should be the ones that would make a loss. What's the stocks marked green supposed to be?” Ragnar intoned, his fingers tracing along the lines. 

Before he could find the answer, he felt one of his roommates turning in his bed. He froze and quickly shut down the computer. 

As silent as a mouse, he slipped under his sheets, and closed his eyes pretending to sleep. They were already suspicious of him. He couldn't afford to do any other strange things that might arouse more questions. 

Ragnar sighed softly, adjusting his position beneath the blanket. 

“I need startup capital, where am I going to get enough cash? I think I only have a couple hundred thousand left.”

He hissed, his heart filled with regret. He really wasted a lot of money on Aria, now he was broke. 

Ragnar could ask his sister for money, but he didn't dare to. He already owed her too much. He would have to figure out a way to raise the money on his own. 

Money. Even the items required to reverse the ritual Kelvin and Mathilda used to swap his talent and cultivation would also need money to procure. They were all rare treasures that could only be bought from auctions held by powerful cultivation sects. 

With his current ability, he truly couldn't afford them on his own. But involving his sister might tip off the enemy since they're wary of her and placed her under constant surveillance. 

“It seems I will focus on making money first. Cultivation can wait.” 

Soon, he drifted into a deep sleep. Once again, he found himself at Frostfang abyss, struggling to breathe.