chapter 105 frost eye final laugh

Raven—Frost Eye—glanced at the two-million-credit offer from Cute Mist, his fingers lazily tapping the desk.

Most players would be shocked. Some would hesitate, wondering if there was a trap. Others would jump at the opportunity, fearing they'd never get such a chance again.

But Frost Eye?

He wasn't just playing the game. He was playing the people in it.

His lips curled into a smirk as he typed his response—short, sharp, and just cheeky enough to be infuriating.

> [Frost Eye: If you wanna spend time with me, I'm ready.]

Send.

Then, he leaned back and waited.

The storm would come soon enough.

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The Forums Erupt – The Merchant's Audacity

It didn't take long.

Within minutes, the entire community was buzzing.

[Trending Thread: FROST EYE ACCEPTS 2 MIL OFFER… BUT LOOK AT THIS RESPONSE]

Player1: "Bro. BRO. Did he just—"

Player2: "THAT'S NOT A BUSINESS DEAL. THAT'S FLIRTING."

Player3: "Frost Eye might be the boldest player in the game."

Player4: "He's either a genius or about to get deleted."

Player5: "Cute Mist's gonna kill him. Or marry him. Maybe both."

Player6: "TWO MILLION CREDITS and this guy acts like she's paying for a DATE?!"

Chaos.

Some players laughed. Some were shocked. Others were just waiting to see how Cute Mist would react.

And the best part?

No one knew if Frost Eye was serious or just messing with her.

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Inside Rainbow Solutions – Cute Mist's Reaction

Radiant Guild Hall – Private Meeting Room

A heavy silence filled the air.

Cute Mist, Vice Leader of Rainbow Solutions, sat at the head of a long glass table. Her officers were gathered around, watching her reaction carefully.

On the screen in front of her, Frost Eye's message glowed like a challenge.

> [Frost Eye: If you wanna spend time with me, I'm ready.]

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then—she laughed.

Not a bitter laugh. Not an annoyed laugh.

A genuine, entertained laugh.

Mack (logistics officer): "Mist… are you seriously laughing? This guy is MOCKING you."

Cute Mist (smirking): "No, Mack. He's playing."

Mack: "Playing with WHAT? His life?"

The other officers weren't sure what to think.

Frost Eye was nobody—no guild, no known alliances, no reputation beyond his absurd market control.

And yet, he had casually brushed off a two-million-credit offer like it was spare change.

Even worse? He made it sound like she was the one chasing him.

Mack (frowning): "This guy doesn't understand who he's dealing with."

Cute Mist (tilting her head): "Oh, I think he does."

Her golden eyes gleamed as she stared at the message.

Cute Mist: "And that's what makes him interesting."

She reached for the keyboard, her fingers moving quickly.

> [Cute Mist: Then meet me at the Radiant Guild Hall. I'll be waiting.]

She sent the message.

The officers stiffened.

Officer1: "You're inviting him HERE?"

Mack (gritting his teeth): "Mist, he's a wild card! You don't know what he'll do."

Cute Mist (smiling): "Exactly."

Because for the first time in a long time—someone had surprised her.

And Cute Mist loved surprises.

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Frost Eye's Perspective – The Game Continues

Inside His Room

Raven stretched lazily as the notification popped up.

> [Cute Mist: Then meet me at the Radiant Guild Hall. I'll be waiting.]

He chuckled.

She took the bait.

Raven (thinking): "So she wants to meet, huh?"

The biggest guild in the game had just invited him onto their turf.

Most players would be nervous. Some would see it as a trap.

But Frost Eye?

He saw an opportunity.

He cracked his fingers, his smirk deepening.

Raven (grinning): "Alright, Mist. Let's see who's really in control."

With a casual motion, he clicked Accept.

The meeting was set.

And the game?

Was just getting started.

Raven—Frost Eye—sat comfortably, watching the game unfold exactly as he had planned.

Cute Mist wanted control. That much was obvious. She had invited him to Rainbow Solutions' Guild Hall, expecting him to follow her lead like every other player who groveled for a meeting.

But Frost Eye?

He didn't follow. He dictated.

With a smirk, he crafted his response:

> [Frost Eye: I'm not interested in the guild hall. I prefer a hotel.]

Send.

A simple message, yet packed with layers of meaning.

On the surface, he had brushed off her invitation, as if her guild's prestige meant nothing to him.

But beneath that? A deliberate provocation. A tease. A challenge.

Would she ignore it? Take offense? Play along?

Either way, he had her attention now.

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The Community Reacts – Chaos Ensues

Within minutes, the game's forums exploded.

[Trending Thread: FROST EYE REJECTS CUTE MIST'S INVITE… FOR A HOTEL?!]

Player1: "NO WAY. NO. WAY."

Player2: "This guy is insane. He's actually insane."

Player3: "Imagine telling one of the strongest guild leaders that you 'prefer a hotel' instead of their fancy guild hall."

Player4: "This is NOT how negotiations work, my guy."

Player5: "Either he has a death wish, or he's the smoothest player alive."

Player6: "Cute Mist is gonna delete him from existence."

Player7: "Or marry him."

The interpretations varied. Some thought Frost Eye was being reckless. Others thought he was making a bold power move.

But one thing was clear—everyone was watching.

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Inside Rainbow Solutions – Cute Mist's Reaction

The Radiant Guild Hall was unusually quiet.

Cute Mist sat at the head of a long glass table, her officers gathered around. The tension in the room was palpable.

All of them had just read Frost Eye's response.

> [Frost Eye: I'm not interested in the guild hall. I prefer a hotel.]

A single sentence.

And it had turned the entire negotiation upside down.

For a full five seconds, no one spoke.

Then—Mack nearly choked.

Mack (logistics officer): "DID HE JUST—"

Officer1: "Oh my god."

Officer2: "There's no way he just said that to you."

Some officers looked confused. Others looked offended. A few looked like they were holding back laughter.

But Cute Mist?

She smiled.

Not an annoyed smile. Not an angry smile.

A genuine, entertained, dangerously intrigued smile.

Cute Mist (murmuring): "Frost Eye… you really don't fear me at all, do you?"

That was… rare.

Most players respected her. Some feared her. Others worshipped her as a gaming icon.

But no one had ever flipped one of her invitations into something like this.

Mack (gritting his teeth): "Mist, this guy is mocking you."

Cute Mist (calmly): "No. He's playing."

She leaned back in her chair, golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

Officer1 (whispering): "So… what do we do?"

Officer2: "Are we really entertaining this?"

Cute Mist exhaled slowly, tapping her fingers against the table.

Then—she laughed.

Soft at first. Then louder.

Mack (horrified): "Mist… are you seriously laughing right now?"

Cute Mist (grinning): "Oh, Mack. This just got interesting."

Because for the first time in a long time—someone had surprised her.

And Cute Mist loved surprises.

She reached for the keyboard, her fingers moving quickly.

> [Cute Mist: Then pick the hotel, Frost Eye. Let's see if you're brave enough to show up.]

Send.

She turned the game back on him.

Mack (muttering): "This is a mistake."

Cute Mist (smirking): "No. This is entertainment."

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Frost Eye's Perspective – The Game Continues

Raven stretched lazily as the notification popped up.

> [Cute Mist: Then pick the hotel, Frost Eye. Let's see if you're brave enough to show up.]

His smirk deepened.

Raven (thinking): "Oh? So you're going to play along?"

Most guild leaders would have ignored him. Some might have been offended.

But Cute Mist?

She raised the stakes.

And that—that made her fun.

He cracked his fingers, then began typing his next move.

The game?

Was just getting started.