Dad was framed by his business partner and saddled with a debt of eight million. The whole family was driven to the brink by debt collectors.
With nowhere else to turn, Dad's old Russian comrade-in-arms offered them a hand: “Come to the Far East. We can find a place for you here.”
A place? It was really just a wooden cabin on a barren wasteland with no electricity.
In the Siberian winter, with temperatures dropping to minus fifty degrees, there wasn't a soul for two hundred kilometers around, only wolves and permafrost.
The whole family was desperate.
But the moment his foot touched the frozen ground, a chime rang in his mind:
[Permafrost Hunter's Compendium activated]
With every step, all living things, mineral deposits, and water sources above and beneath the ground within a fifty-meter radius were clearly marked.
Which tree hollow sheltered a hibernating sable, what route the wild boar herd took, where gold dust lay beneath the riverbed...
One step was all it took to know.
People say Siberia is hell?
Sorry, but beneath my feet, it's the world's greatest treasure trove.
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