After an hour his parents arrived home from work.
His mother immediately barraged him with questions. "Sweetie how are you feeling? Why didn't the hospital let us know that you had woken up? Why didn't you allow me to come pick you up? They said you wouldn't be awake for at least two weeks so how are you home already"?
Seeing this, Ryan–Jake's father–intervened, "Martha, give the poor boy a chance to explain would you". He said jokingly whilst indicating for Martha to sit down.
"Unlike you, I'm concerned about my child." Martha said with a humph as she still clung to Jake.
Jake smiled as he listened to their banter and began explaining whilst giving some excuses as to why he didn't let her come pick him up.
Though Martha was not satisfied with the explanation she decided to let it go since the important thing was that her son was in front of her. "Well, I'M just glad you are safe and home. You nearly gave me a scare."
"Sorry for the trouble. Let me go get the food, you guys must be starving". Jake said as he stood up from the couch and began heading to the kitchen.
"ooh you made dinner? Great let me go freshen up". Ryan said as he stood up as well.
"Are you actually happy that your son who should be resting to recover made you dinner?" Martha shot back at Ryan but he ran to the bedroom to avoid an argument.
"You sit down sweetie, I'll handle the rest." Martha said as she began walking to the kitchen. "Has Aliya arrived yet?"
"Yeah, she should be in her room" Jake replied as he sat on the couch. He did try to insist on serving dinner as he knew how his mother could be.
Later that night Jake was still marveled by what he achieved in the market today as he tried to study the chats one last time before going to sleep but the same clarity never appeared. "argh, why is it that I can't seem to do even half of what I did during the day"? Jake said as he closed his Laptop in frustration, deciding to just go to bed.
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In the morning at around 0830, Jake woke up to find breakfast near his bed with a note from his mom asking him to rest and not exert himself. Jake already had a sick leave for the rest of the week so he didn't have much to do.
After having his breakfast he decided to open his laptop and check the markets. He started with the EUR/USD pair as usual since he mostly traded it in the past. His heart sank as he realised that he still couldn't analyze like he did yesterday. "No... Please God No."
"Ok let's check the Gold market. Maybe my luck is there." Jake said as he proceeded to open the gold market to try his luck again.
As soon as he opened the Gold chart, his left eye pulsed again. The same way it had done yesterday. As the market ticked, he could see the precise trends it was forming and able to once again predict the trend.
"Yesss..." Jake shouted as he realised he was able to see the market the same way he had the day before, able to accurately detect and predict current and future trends.
"Oi," a shout came from the hall way. "Would you keep it down. I'm tryna sleep here."
'If it was her she'd be pumped up too.' Jake laughed a little, clearly amused by his sister tantrums.
Once he realized the issue appeared to be a *time duration*, his approach changed immediately.
Over the next three days, Jake tested everything.
He became methodical. Careful and quiet. He treated the entire process like research rather than gambling.
Every morning he opened the charts and waited patiently for the strange clarity to return. Only then did he place demo trades.
After the trial period, Jake made a list of the things he discovered. "ok, so far I've discovered 4 things". Jake said as he took a look at the list he had made. "Firstly, I can only use this ability to read the market for an hour and during that hour, my accuracy is near absolute. Secondly, the ability only works on the gold market. Third, the ability can't be turned off but I can delay the activation time through intent. Lastly, if I were to trade on specific trading session such as the New York session I can make more profits." Jake said as he went through what he had written down.
During this trial period, he didn't win every single movement—no system in the world could do that—but the major pushes, the high-probability entries, and the overall direction unfolded exactly as he predicted.
And after each session ended, the clarity disappeared completely.
Like a door slamming shut. Jake had documented everything, the limitations, timing, his mental state and even his physical condition before and after each session. He wanted patterns, not assumptions.
By the end of the trial period, one conclusion stood clearly above all the rest. This wasn't luck. This was an advantage. A terrifying one.
Friday afternoon.
'Honestly, I don't know how I suddenly got an ability like this but I'm too poor to question it right now. Let me make myself rich first and I'll think about it then. I don't want to lose something this good because I started asking the hospital questions. If this was a result of supernatural beings then there's nothing I can do anyway'. Jake thought as he closed his laptop and sat quietly in his chair. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting long pale lines across the floor. The house was silent. His parents were still at work. His sister was out with friends.
"Now all that's left is to fund my real account and make some money. Sigh, but I'm broke and don't have a job. I can't even ask my parents for money coz I know they have their own struggles. I guess my only option is to dip into my savings". Jake said as reached for his phone on the bed to check his savings account balance.
Balance: 15,247 VM
His savings. Everything he had left. Jake stared at the number for a long time.
If he funded a real trading account and lost it, there would be no safety net waiting for him. No backup plan. No job waiting to recover from the mistake.
He rubbed his thumb slowly against the edge of the phone. "If this ability is real… If it works exactly the way the demo trades showed… Then this isn't just risk. It is leverage. And I can use it to change my life."
Jake locked his phone and placed it gently on the desk.
His expression remained calm, but the decision forming in his mind carried quiet certainty. He wouldn't rush blindly. He would plan. Because once he stepped into the real market with real money, there would be no going back.
But Jake had no intention of staying poor. Not anymore. He opened his laptop again, his eyes steady as the screen lit up. "Let's see," he said softly, "how far this can really go."
Jake didn't fund his account immediately.
Instead, he spent most of Friday morning reviewing charts from the week, replaying price movements candle by candle. His focus this time wasn't prediction. He already knew he could read direction with unnatural clarity.
What he needed now was something different. Execution.
There was a critical difference between the two. Prediction alone meant nothing if the entry, stop placement, and exit were sloppy. Plenty of traders could see where price *should* go. Very few could translate that knowledge into profit once real money entered the equation.
Jake knew that better than most.
So he studied the charts like a surgeon reviewing procedure footage—slow, deliberate, and brutally honest about mistakes.
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By noon, Jake straightened slightly in his chair. "Alright," he murmured. He logged into his brokerage account and paused when the empty balance appeared. Then he opened his banking app.
Savings: 15,247 VM
"Since I have 15 247.00, let me take 5 000VM out and fund my account". Jake said as he began to transfer the 10 000 from his saving to his brokage account.
It wasn't a life-changing amount, but it was enough to matter. Enough that losing it would hurt. At the same time, it wasn't enough to destroy him financially if something went wrong.
The transfer processed within minutes and his trading platform refreshed.
Balance: 5,000 VM
Jake stared at the number longer than he expected, this was real now. Every decision from this point forward would carry weight.
He sat up straight and the familiar shift began returning. There was no sudden surge of energy or overwhelming sensation. Instead, it felt subtle. A quiet tightening in his perception. Like a lens sliding into focus somewhere behind his left eye.
He rolled his shoulders once, loosening the tension that had gathered there, and reopened the gold chart. The clarity felt stronger than it had during the demo sessions. Price movements arranged themselves into patterns of intent, as if the market were revealing its underlying structure.
Zones of liquidity stood out clearly. Clusters of stops became obvious. Areas where price would sweep before reversing appeared almost like pressure points waiting to be triggered.
Jake's breathing remained steady. "Ok... Let's do one small, clean trade."
He marked resistance levels and identified momentum shifts. Instead of chasing movement, he waited patiently for confirmation.
Everything unfolded exactly as expected. It felt less like predicting the market and more like watching a scene he had already read in a script.
Then the entry opportunity appeared. Jake clicked *sell*. And placed one positions with a lot size of 0.5. The stop loss was placed carefully. Everything followed disciplined structure.
For the first minute, nothing happened. Price drifted sideways. Then it began to move downward.
+5 pips.
+12.
+20.
Jake felt his shoulders relax slightly. "It's working. Exactly the way it had with the demo trades."
He reached for his water bottle, never fully taking his eyes off the chart. The movement was small and automatic—something he'd done hundreds of times before.
A harmless distraction.
When he looked back— Price spiked up fast.
Jake froze for half a second as his brain processed what he was seeing. The move was temporary. A liquidity sweep. He recognized it instantly. The larger direction hadn't changed. His analysis was still correct.
But his stop loss… It was too tight. He had placed it based on ideal execution rather than realistic market volatility.
The spike tapped his stop.
*Trade closed: -312 VM*
Jake stared at the screen.
Price dropped almost immediately afterward. Exactly as predicted. Exactly as expected. Exactly as planned. But without him.
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