chapter 112 cute mist intelligence

The streets of Viles Town were lively as ever, but Cute Mist barely noticed.

Her heels clicked sharply against the stone pavement as she stormed toward Dark Solution's rented guild hall, her pace fast and aggressive.

Mack walked beside her, expression tense, still trying to piece together why they were even doing this.

Mack: (low voice) "Mist, are you going to tell me what this is about?"

Cute Mist: (flatly, eyes forward) "Frost Eye."

Mack's steps slowed for a fraction of a second.

Then, he let out a small sigh.

Mack: "...What did he do this time?"

Cute Mist didn't answer immediately.

Her fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to punch something.

Then, her voice came out cold as ice.

Cute Mist: "He's making a fortune off poison resistance potions. And he knows it."

Mack nodded slowly, now understanding.

Mack: "So? That's not surprising. We knew he'd jack up the prices once people got desperate."

Cute Mist: (gritted teeth) "He's toying with me, Mack. He raised the price every time I tried to buy, then doubled it again when I increased my offer. And the way he talked…"

Her hands clenched into fists.

Mack blinked.

Oh.

Oh, so that's why she was fuming.

Frost Eye had provoked her personally.

That explained everything.

Mack: (holding back amusement) "I see… He got under your skin."

Cute Mist stopped walking.

Slowly, she turned to face him.

Her glare was enough to make even a veteran PvPer break into a nervous sweat.

Cute Mist: (dangerously calm) "Do I look like I'm in the mood for jokes?"

Mack immediately shut up.

Mack: (clears throat, serious now) "Alright. But why are we going to see Sophie?"

Cute Mist turned back toward the Dark Solution guild hall, eyes glinting with calculation.

Cute Mist: (cool and focused now) "Because Sophie has history with Frost Eye. And if anyone has dirt on him…"

She started walking again.

Cute Mist: "It's her."

Mack followed without another word.

Dark Solution's guild hall was just ahead.

And Cute Mist was ready for war.

The air inside Dark Solution's rented guild hall was thick with tension.

It wasn't just because Cute Mist and Mack had walked in unannounced—it was because everyone inside knew who she was.

A vice leader of Rainbow Solutions, a first-rate guild.

Players whispered among themselves, eyeing the two visitors cautiously.

But no one moved. No one dared to approach.

Then, Sophie arrived.

She walked in with the elegance of someone who understood the weight of every step.

Unlike the rough, aggressive members of Dark Solution, Sophie was controlled—her every movement was deliberate.

Her eyes flickered to Cute Mist, then to Mack, before settling back on the real threat in the room.

She wasn't foolish.

Frost Eye was a mad dog—a force of chaos, unpredictable and untamed.

But Cute Mist?

She was something else entirely.

A predator who knew exactly when to strike.

And Sophie?

She wasn't here to pick a fight she couldn't win.

Her lips curved into a polite, practiced smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Then, in a voice smooth as silk, she spoke—

Sophie: (calm, measured) "Cute Mist. Mack."

She gestured gracefully toward a nearby seating area.

Sophie: (keeping her tone neutral) "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She already knew they weren't here for pleasantries.

But she wasn't about to give them an inch.

She was willing to listen, willing to talk—

But she wasn't about to bow.

Cute Mist didn't sit down.

She didn't need to.

This wasn't a friendly chat—this was a statement.

She stood tall, arms crossed, her presence commanding as she stared directly at Sophie.

Mack, standing slightly behind her, remained silent. He knew when to let Mist handle things.

Sophie, on the other hand, was calm—but there was an undeniable tension in her posture.

Cute Mist finally spoke, her voice firm, unwavering.

Cute Mist: (cool, confident) "I know you're at war with Frost Eye."

Sophie's expression didn't change, but her fingers twitched slightly at those words.

Sophie: (smoothly, as if unaffected) "And what makes you think that?"

Cute Mist's lips curved slightly—a knowing smile, as if she could see right through her.

Cute Mist: (mocking, amused) "Please. Don't insult me, Sophie. I know how desperate you are."

Sophie's polite mask didn't crack, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes.

Cute Mist took a step forward.

Cute Mist: (calm, precise) "I have his location."

Silence.

For the first time, Sophie's carefully controlled demeanor wavered.

Just for a second.

Then, she leaned back slightly, studying Cute Mist carefully.

Sophie: (measured, wary) "And why would you give that to me?"

Cute Mist's smile didn't fade.

She wasn't here to negotiate.

She was here to dictate terms.

Sophie's fingers tightened around the armrest, but her expression remained composed.

Cute Mist's offer was cruelly effective.

She had researched the situation thoroughly—far more than Sophie had expected.

And now, she was exploiting it.

Dark Solution wasn't just at war with Frost Eye.

They were also fighting K.

The Cause – A Domino Effect of Chaos

Originally, this war had nothing to do with K.

But after Frost Eye flooded the market with overpriced poison resistance potions, desperate players started blaming Dark Solution for not having their own supply.

The guild's reputation plummeted.

Then, K appeared.

Unlike Frost Eye, he didn't just profit from Dark Solution's suffering—he actively made it worse.

K's bounty on Dark Solution members had turned Viles Town into a battleground.

Everywhere they went, NPC thugs and bounty hunters attacked them.

It was too much.

They had already been struggling to contain Frost Eye's economic chokehold, but now, K was physically hunting them down.

And worst of all?

They didn't even know why.

But Cute Mist did.

She had researched everything.

And she had found the answer:

K wasn't targeting Dark Solution.

He was targeting someone inside it.

That meant, even if they somehow eliminated Frost Eye, the war wouldn't end.

They would still have K to deal with.

And that was something Sophie could not afford.

Cute Mist's Ruthless Offer

Cute Mist watched Sophie's subtle reaction shifts with quiet amusement.

She knew exactly what was going through her mind.

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Cute Mist: (soft, yet commanding) "You don't have the luxury of choice, Sophie."

Sophie didn't move.

Cute Mist: (smirking) "You're bleeding resources fighting Frost Eye."

Cute Mist: (mocking) "And you're bleeding members fighting K."

Then, she leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper.

Cute Mist: (sharp, taunting) "How much longer do you think Dark Solution can survive?"

Sophie's jaw clenched ever so slightly.

She hated being backed into a corner.

But she hated losing more.

Taking a slow breath, she looked directly into Cute Mist's eyes.

Sophie: (calm, measured) "You're asking for a lot."

Cute Mist only smiled wider.

Cute Mist: (mocking, playful) "Oh, darling, I haven't even started."

Sophie knew.

She had no choice.