Chapter 396 Frostheart
Sebastian came to discuss cooperation, and then Snowfall Cult's Jordan wanted to team up with Steven to counterattack other forces.
The current situation looked quite favorable for Steven.
However, his vigilance did not diminish in the slightest.
These people were nothing but a pack of bloodthirsty beasts, only satisfied when they had food.
Once they found someone weak, they would pounce and take a bite.
Cooperation? Trust? Forget it. That wasn't even on the table.
Steven said to Earl, "Ask them, if they want to cooperate, what will they offer to prove their sincerity?"
Earl relayed the question to Jordan.
Jordan just grinned. "Ms. Carter knows Mr. Rogers is a careful man. Without something solid, we can't expect you to trust Snowfall Cult's intentions. That's why I've brought our most sacred relic. I'm sure this will show our commitment."
He then pulled out a small wooden box and handed it to Earl.
"This," Jordan said, "is the Frostheart—Snowfall Cult's most sacred artifact."
"Frostheart?"
The name sounded noble, but no one knew what it actually did.
Earl was afraid it might be dangerous and didn't dare to take it.
Steven said, "Ask him what this thing is used for."
After Earl asked, Jordan laughed. "It can turn someone into a Psychic. And if you're already one, it unlocks your full potential, taking you to the next level. Mr. Rogers, you've been around Starlight City long enough to have heard about this, haven't you?"
A strange light flashed in Steven's eyes.
Is this the kind of magical ability Natasha had?
He recalled that Chase had once said that the so-called Frostheart was a white, snowball-like soft tissue.
Once implanted in a person's forehead, it could awaken Supernatural abilities.
Jordan had once tried to persuade Henry, but Henry had refused.
The danger in Steven's eyes sharpened. A cold smirk crept across his lips. "You think you can con me with this crap?"
Steven never believed in free lunches.
Gaining Supernatural abilities by implanting some object was definitely not normal!
"Do you think I would believe you? This so-called Frostheart must be harmful, right? Earl, tell him exactly what I said!"
Earl quickly conveyed Steven's message.
Jordan's expression remained calm and smiling, as if he had anticipated Steven's doubts.
He chuckled and said, "The Frostheart's a sacred artifact—no side effects, I swear. Trust me, you're not the first to get one. The four major shelters in Starlight City have already vetted it. If they've verified it, why wouldn't you?"
This statement shocked Steven. "What? The four major bases have used it before?"
The four major bases had more intelligence sources than he did and also had scientific research equipment.
If Frostheart really had side effects, it would have been discovered.
Steven didn't know if Jordan was telling the truth, so he quickly asked Cindy beside him.
Cindy pulled out a laptop from under her wheelchair and quickly investigated.
Sure enough, she found records related to Frostheart. "Yeah, it's legit. Two of the first Psychics at West Mountain Base got their powers from Frostheart. That whole 'implant and awaken' thing is actually what kicked off their cyborg research."
Cindy's voice suddenly paused, and she said in surprise, "According to West Mountain Base's report, this thing called Frostheart should be cells extracted from a human body!"
Steven immediately understood.
The so-called Frostheart was Natasha's own cells.
No wonder West Mountain Base later transplanted Charles' cells into others to create cyborgs.
"Does this thing have any side effects?" Steven asked cautiously.
Cindy replied, "According to the records, the four major bases all got Frostheart from the Snowfall Cult to create Psychics. They ran tests—no harmful substances, and no way to control the host through the cells. The Snowfall Cult's rise was mostly because they traded Frostheart for survival space."
She sighed. "If what's here is true, then Frostheart's definitely a good thing."
Steven looked out the window, silent for a long time.
A good thing?
Something that could turn someone into a Psychic without a near-death experience, or help a Psychic tap into their potential?
No, he didn't believe in such a good thing.
Even if it did exist, it would definitely have side effects.
Even if it didn't have side effects, he wouldn't dare to use it.
Steven squinted his eyes and coldly asked, "Ask him if regular folks can use this thing."
After Earl relayed the question, Jordan answered, "It depends on the person's potential. We've tested it on normies—it had a mild effect, but it still gave them some special abilities. Works best on Psychics, though."
Steven suddenly said, "Earl, take it."
Take it first.
Whether to use it and how—that could wait.
Jordan didn't bat an eye and handed it straight to Earl.
Seeing Jordan's laid-back attitude, Earl couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried we'll bail on the Snowfall Cult? I mean… you're handing it over way too easy."
Jordan flashed a sly grin. "Either way, the big players are still coming for you. Even if we don't team up, making you stronger so you take out more of their people? That's a win-win for us."
Earl thought to himself: What a snake.
Steven pressed on, "I get it—you're using us to weaken the major bases. But how exactly do you plan to work with us? It's obvious you're not just here for a handout. You're playing a bigger game."
Jordan gave a slight nod, but a cold glint flickered in his shadowy eyes. "When the time comes, we'll fake an attack on your shelter alongside them. Of course, we'll just make a show of it nearby."
"And once they slip up," Jordan's smile turned sharp, "we'll stab them in the back—hard."
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