chapter 106 frost eye final say

The Radiant Guild Hall was no longer a place of order and strategy. It had become a chaos zone with shattered furniture, scattered documents, and a group of officers too afraid to breathe loudly.

At the center of it all?

Cute Mist.

Her golden eyes burned with fury as she read the message over and over again, gripping the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles turned white.

> [Frost Eye: I'm not scared. Try to come alone—I won't force you, Mist-chan.]

[Frost Eye: Cheeky kiss.]

[Frost Eye: I'll be waiting. You have two hours.]

A vein twitched on her forehead.

Cute Mist (low growl): "Mist-chan…"

That one word. That stupid little honorific.

Like she was some adorable side character.

Officer1 (nervous laugh): "Uhh, Mist? You okay?"

Officer2 (whispering): "She's not okay. She's the opposite of okay."

The temperature in the room dropped.

A wooden chair cracked as Cute Mist's fingers dug into its armrest.

Then—

> CRASH!

The chair flew across the room, shattering against the wall.

Mack (panicked): "Mist! STOP DESTROYING THE HALL!"

Officer3 (whispering): "Should we just… let her be?"

Officer4 (shaking his head): "Not if we want to live."

Mist didn't care.

She grabbed a table, flipped it over, and sent stacks of guild documents flying.

> THUD!

The guild banner behind her tilted as her rage shook the floor.

Cute Mist (furious): "That arrogant… that shameless… that… BASTARD!"

Officer1: "I mean, to be fair, he's kinda brilliant."

Cute Mist (whipping around): "EXCUSE ME?!"

Officer1 (backing up fast): "N-NOTHING! YOU'RE RIGHT! HE'S A DEAD MAN!"

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The Guild Officers—Equally Stressed

Mack (exhausted sigh): "I TOLD you we should've just wiped him out when he raised potion prices."

Officer2: "Well, it's too late now. He's literally holding the market hostage."

Officer3: "And he's taunting Mist on top of it."

They all slowly turned back toward their leader.

She wasn't just angry anymore.

Her expression had shifted.

The fury was still there—but so was something else.

A smirk.

One of Cute Mist's dangerous smirks.

The kind that meant someone was going to suffer.

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Cute Mist's Decision – The Game Has Changed

She cracked her knuckles as she reached for her keyboard.

> [Frost Eye: I'm not scared. Try to come alone—I won't force you, Mist-chan.]

[Frost Eye: Cheeky kiss.]

[Frost Eye: I'll be waiting. You have two hours.]

Two hours?

He was expecting her to rush.

To panic.

He thought he could dictate the terms.

Cute Mist's golden eyes glowed as she typed.

> [Cute Mist: Two hours? How cute.]

[Cute Mist: I'm giving you one.]

[Cute Mist: And I'm raising my offer to five million.]

> SEND.

The guild hall fell silent.

Officer1 (choking): "Five… million?"

Officer2 (staring in horror): "Mist. That's a ridiculous amount of credits."

Officer3 (numbly): "That's more than entire mid-tier guilds make in a YEAR."

Mack (blinking rapidly): "…We're really doing this?"

Cute Mist leaned back, crossing her legs as she smirked.

Cute Mist: "We'll see if he's still cheeky after this."

Raven couldn't stop grinning.

The moment he saw Cute Mist's response, he knew he had her right where he wanted.

> [Cute Mist: Two hours? How cute.]

[Cute Mist: I'm giving you one.]

[Cute Mist: And I'm raising my offer to five million.]

Five million credits.

Five. Million.

For one meeting.

It was insane.

It was proof she was fuming.

And that was the most entertaining part.

Raven leaned forward, fingers dancing across the keyboard, his grin widening as he crafted the perfect reply.

> [Frost Eye: Oh? You like me that much, Mist-chan?]

[Frost Eye: Fine, fine. Since you insist, I'll accompany you this time.]

[Frost Eye: Actually, five million credits is pretty cheap for my Mist-chan.]

[Frost Eye: Meet me at Hotel Grand in two hours.]

[Frost Eye: I'll wait five minutes only—I'm a very busy man, Mist-chan.]

> SEND.

Done.

Now he just had to sit back and—

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The Forums Erupt Again – "HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT?!"

As soon as Frost Eye's message hit the forums, the reaction was instant.

[Trending Thread: FROST EYE HAS NO FEAR OF DEATH]

Player1: "Bro… WHAT?!"

Player2: "He's just speedrunning his funeral at this point."

Player3: "He actually called her Mist-chan AGAIN."

Player4: "AND SAID FIVE MILLION WAS CHEAP? AND GAVE HER A TIME LIMIT?!"

Player5: "This guy isn't just insane—he's a walking nuclear bomb."

Player6: "Hotel Grand? Ohhh, he's playing with fire."

Player7: "Mist is about to commit war crimes."

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Inside Rainbow Solutions – Cute Mist Reaches Her Limit

The moment Cute Mist read the message, the guild hall froze.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

Because the atmosphere had just shifted.

The air was heavy.

Dangerous.

Mist's fingers trembled over her keyboard—not from fear, but from pure, unfiltered rage.

> [Frost Eye: Actually, five million credits is pretty cheap for my Mist-chan.]

[Frost Eye: Meet me at Hotel Grand in two hours.]

[Frost Eye: I'll wait five minutes only—I'm a very busy man, Mist-chan.]

A chair leg snapped under her grip.

A guild officer took a step back.

Officer1 (whispering): "…Did he just…"

Officer2 (horrified): "He's actually GOADING her."

Officer3 (whispering): "Mist? Uh, Mist?"

But Cute Mist didn't respond.

Instead, she stood up.

> CRACK.

The desk split in two.

Mack's soul left his body.

Mack (panicking): "MIST, PLEASE—"

But she didn't even look at him.

She closed her eyes, took a slow breath, then—

> [Cute Mist: Fine.]

[Cute Mist: I'll be there.]

> SEND.

She turned to her officers.

Cute Mist (dangerously calm): "Prepare everything. We're moving out."

Officer1: "W-wait, just like that? No planning?"

Officer2: "You're really going to the hotel?!"

Mist's golden eyes gleamed.

Cute Mist: "Oh, I'm not just going."

Cute Mist: "I'm bringing hell with me."*

Raven leaned back in his chair, watching the chaos unfold in the forums. The entire player base was glued to the unfolding drama between him and Cute Mist.

> [Trending Thread: MIST-CHAN vs. FROST EYE – LIVE WAR?!]

Player1: "Frost Eye isn't backing down. He just keeps poking the lion."

Player2: "He really called five million 'cheap' AND gave her a time limit? LMAO."

Player3: "Mist's guild is about to raze that hotel to the ground."

Player4: "If he somehow survives this, I'm becoming a Frost Eye fan."

Raven chuckled, tapping his fingers against the desk.

"This is fun."

But he wasn't done yet.

Not by a long shot.

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The Final Message – The Last Push

Raven's eyes gleamed with mischief as he typed his next message.

> [Frost Eye: Oh, Mist-chan, since you're coming anyway…]

[Frost Eye: Why not make it official?]

[Frost Eye: Sign a contract with me. I'm waiting.]

> SEND.

And then—silence.

For a moment, there was no response.

Raven grinned. He knew what was happening.

Cute Mist wasn't just mad anymore.

She was at her absolute limit.

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Rainbow Solutions – Cute Mist Breaks

Inside the guild hall, the air was suffocating.

Guild officers and logistics members looked at each other, afraid to even move.

Cute Mist stood in the center of the room, trembling with rage.

She read the message once.

Then twice.

> [Frost Eye: Oh, Mist-chan, since you're coming anyway…]

[Frost Eye: Why not make it official?]

[Frost Eye: Sign a contract with me. I'm waiting.]

A dangerous silence followed.

Then—

> CRASH!

A table flew across the room.

> BANG!

A cabinet tipped over.

> THUD!

A sword display shattered against the floor.

Mack (whispering in horror): "…He actually said that."

Officer1 (backing up slowly): "I think she's gonna explode."

Officer2 (nervously): "Or kill us all by accident."

Mist's golden eyes glowed with pure fury.

Cute Mist (growling): "Contract…?"

Her fingers twitched.

She wanted to punch through the screen.

She wanted to reach through the game and strangle that arrogant bastard.

But most of all—

She wanted to win.

> [Cute Mist: You want a contract?]

[Cute Mist: Fine. You'll regret it.]

> SEND.

She turned toward Mack, her expression unreadable.

Cute Mist (low voice): "We're going. Now."

Mack (panicked): "Mist, let's think about this—"

Cute Mist: "Now."

Mack swallowed hard.

The entire guild hall felt like it was seconds away from imploding.

Cute Mist had never been this angry before.

And Frost Eye…

He was about to face the full force of her wrath.