chapter 110 trigger

Cute Mist didn't flinch as the trade confirmation flashed across her interface.

One million credits, gone.

But this wasn't a loss.

Not yet.

She leaned back in her chair, studying Frost Eye's relaxed posture—his smirk, his confidence, the way he acted like he was completely untouchable.

He had alchemy knowledge, he had experience, and most importantly, he had a monopoly on Poison Resistance Potions.

But not for long.

Not anymore.

Because she had something he didn't expect—

Alchemy Designs.

She had spent the last two hours pulling every string she had, and after burning through a ridiculous amount of credits, she had secured several high-level alchemy formulas.

Not just Poison Resistance Potions, but other rare concoctions—the kind that would shake the market.

And now, it was just a matter of time before Rainbow Solutions could produce them in bulk.

She wanted to see his reaction.

Cute Mist: "Frost Eye, I have a question."

Her voice was calm. Almost too calm.

Frost Eye raised a brow.

Frost Eye: "Oh? You're not about to beg for more potions, are you, Mist-chan?"

She smirked.

Cute Mist: "What if I told you… I won't need to buy from you anymore?"

For the first time, Frost Eye's smirk flickered.

It was brief, almost imperceptible—but it was there.

And that told her everything.

Frost Eye: "Oh?"

His voice remained smooth, but she could tell—he was analyzing the situation now.

Frost Eye: "Mist-chan, are you telling me you actually found alchemists capable of matching me?"

She tilted her head, letting the silence stretch between them before responding.

Cute Mist: "I don't need to 'match' you, Frost Eye."

She leaned in slightly.

Cute Mist: "I just need to flood the market."

That did it.

Frost Eye's expression remained calm, but she saw it—the subtle tension in his posture, the way his fingers paused against the table for just a second too long.

He knew what that meant.

The moment Poison Resistance Potions became widely available, his monopoly was over.

And this time, she was the one smirking.

Frost Eye exhaled dramatically, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated sigh.

Frost Eye: "Mist-chan, Mist-chan… my dear flat-chested guild leader."

Cute Mist's eye twitched.

Flat-chested?

A few nearby Rainbow Solutions members visibly flinched, scooting their chairs back as if preparing for an explosion.

But Frost Eye?

He continued like nothing was wrong.

Frost Eye: "Who told you I only had Poison Resistance Potions?"

He propped his elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his palm, watching her with mocking amusement.

Frost Eye: "Do you really think I'd build an empire with just one type of potion? Mist-chan, you're underestimating me."

Cute Mist's glare hardened, but she didn't interrupt.

Which meant—she was listening.

Good.

Because he wasn't bluffing.

Frost Eye: "The profit from Poison Resistance Potions? Cute, really. But I have at least ten times more profit lined up in other potions."

He chuckled, tapping his fingers against the table.

Frost Eye: "I just haven't bothered releasing them yet. Why?"

His smirk sharpened.

Frost Eye: "Because I didn't need to."

Silence.

Cute Mist's expression didn't change, but Frost Eye could see it—the slight shift in her posture, the way she tilted her chin slightly higher, a reflex when she was processing new information.

She had assumed he was just holding onto his monopoly on Poison Resistance Potions.

She had assumed that once she broke that, she would cripple his advantage.

But now?

Now she had a different problem.

Because if he really did have other high-profit potions, then…

Even if she destroyed his Poison Resistance Potion market, he wouldn't care.

Because he had bigger, better things.

And the worst part?

She didn't know what they were.

Cute Mist: (Coldly) "What potions?"

Frost Eye chuckled.

Frost Eye: "Darling, darling, darling. Why would I tell you?"

He let that sink in before delivering the final blow.

Frost Eye: "You'll find out when I feel like releasing them. Maybe next week. Maybe next month. Maybe never."

His smirk deepened as he tilted his head playfully.

Frost Eye: "That depends on my mood, Mist-chan."

And just like that, he flipped the board again.

The moment those words left Frost Eye's lips, the air in the hotel lounge shifted.

For a brief second, there was only silence.

Then—

CRACK!

The wooden table between them shuddered violently as Cute Mist's hand slammed down, the force causing the cups and plates on the surface to rattle.

Her expression didn't change.

Not visibly.

Not dramatically.

But Frost Eye could see it.

The tiny twitch in her brow.

The sharp, controlled inhale she took through her nose.

The way her fingers curled slightly, like she was debating whether to snap the table in half or his neck.

But she didn't.

Because that would mean he won.

Instead, she lifted her hand, slowly, deliberately, and adjusted her hair—like she was fixing an invisible flaw.

Her lips curled into a smile.

But her eyes?

Murderous.

Cute Mist: (Softly, dangerously) "Flat-chested?"

Frost Eye grinned.

Frost Eye: "Oh? Did I stutter, Mist-chan?"

That did it.

Her fingers twitched, and for a moment, it genuinely looked like she was about to hurl the entire table at his head.

She didn't care that they were in public.

She didn't care that people were watching.

Because he had crossed the line.

A deep, sacred line.

But then—she stopped.

Her expression smoothed out, lips pressing together as if she had come to a realization.

A dangerous one.

Then, she leaned forward.

Close.

Until there were only inches between them.

Cute Mist: (Voice like silk, but laced with venom) "Frost Eye… darling."

Frost Eye raised an eyebrow.

Frost Eye: "Hmm?"

She tilted her head slightly.

Cute Mist: (Smiling, but cold) "Let me ask you something."

Then, before he could respond—

She flicked his forehead.

Hard.

Not enough to hurt.

But enough to send a message.

Cute Mist: "When you're begging me for help one day…"

Her smile widened.

Cute Mist: "…I'll make sure to remind you of this moment."

Frost Eye chuckled.

Frost Eye: "Mist-chan, if that day ever comes…"

He leaned back, completely unfazed.

Frost Eye: "…then you have my full permission to call me flat-chested too."

Cute Mist's eye twitched again.

And somewhere, in the back of her mind, she was already plotting revenge.