chapter 115 cute mist happy and pawn

The storage room of Rainbow Solution's rented guild hall was packed with crates, each filled with alchemy ingredients of immeasurable value.

Cute Mist stood in the center, her arms crossed, a slow smirk forming on her lips.

Dark Solution had handed over their entire alchemy stockpile.

Dozens of crates contained rare herbs, powdered monster cores, elemental extracts, and magical catalysts—ingredients that most guilds would kill for.

She reached out, brushing her fingers against one of the crates, feeling the rough wooden texture beneath her fingertips.

This wasn't just a trade.

This was a step toward domination.

Her nails tapped softly against the crate as she mused to herself.

Cute Mist (smirking): "Sophie might think this was a fair deal, but she just handed me her guild's future on a silver platter."

For a weaker guild like Dark Solution, alchemy materials meant power.

Health potions, stamina potions, mana restoratives, stat boosters—a guild's success depended on alchemy. Without these materials, Dark Solution would struggle to support their fighters, and their already precarious position would crumble.

But Cute Mist?

She wasn't satisfied yet.

Her eyes gleamed as she stared at the crates.

Materials alone weren't enough.

No matter how many rare herbs she had, she couldn't create top-tier potions without alchemy designs.

And those?

Only one person had them.

Frost Eye.

Her smirk faded, replaced by a cold glint in her eyes.

Cute Mist (softly): "Once I get my hands on those designs…"

Her nails dug into the wood of the crate.

Cute Mist: "...I'll control the entire potion market."

She had researched everything about alchemy since meeting Frost Eye. Unlike others, who saw him as just a rogue merchant, she had pieced together the impossible truth.

No one should have been able to create Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potions this early.

Alchemy was not beginner-friendly—it required months of research, failures, and expensive experiments.

Even if someone miraculously figured it out, alchemy designs were as rare as a phoenix feather.

If she wanted to rule this market, she needed those blueprints.

And she would get them.

But first, she had to fulfill her end of the deal.

With a flick of her wrist, she opened her inventory and retrieved a small, sleek device. The Search Radar hovered in her palm, its metallic surface pulsing with a faint blue glow.

A one-time-use artifact.

A tool so rare that even first-rate guilds struggled to obtain one.

And she was giving it away.

Her fingers hovered over the interface as she linked the item to Dark Solution's guild storage.

A system notification popped up:

[Item Transfer Complete – "Search Radar" has been delivered to Dark Solution.]

Cute Mist leaned back, watching the message with a satisfied smirk.

Cute Mist (softly, to herself): "Sophie, use it well… because once Frost Eye is gone, I'm taking everything for myself."

She chuckled.

This was just the beginning.

Cute Mist sat in her luxurious chair inside the Rainbow Solution guild hall, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden table. The soft click, click, click of her nails against the surface was the only sound in the dimly lit room.

Her gaze was fixed on the holographic interface in front of her, displaying the latest transaction logs. Dark Solution had received the Search Radar.

It was done.

Sophie would use it to track Frost Eye.

And then?

That was the part that truly interested her.

She leaned back, exhaling slowly, her red lips curving into a smirk.

Cute Mist (muttering to herself): "How will you escape this time, Frost Eye?"

She wasn't a fool.

She had studied him far more than she let on.

Since the moment he had first crashed into the alchemy market like a storm, she had been watching. Analyzing. Predicting.

And now?

Now, she was setting the stage for his ultimate test.

Her eyes glowed with amusement.

Cute Mist: "You've been playing with everyone like pawns on a chessboard…"

Her nails tapped faster against the table.

Cute Mist: "...but let's see what happens when you're backed into a corner."

Would he fight?

Would he talk his way out of it?

Would he turn the tables yet again?

She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

No… Frost Eye wasn't a normal player.

If he were, he wouldn't have been able to monopolize the poison resistance potion market overnight.

He wouldn't have outwitted entire guilds.

And he certainly wouldn't have made her—one of the most powerful figures in Rainbow Solution—feel intrigued.

Her amusement deepened, but a flicker of something else flashed through her eyes.

Excitement?

Expectation?

Perhaps a mix of both.

She shifted in her seat, resting her chin on her palm as she whispered to herself.

Cute Mist: "Don't disappoint me, Frost Eye… because if you do, I'll be very, very disappointed."

Her smile widened slightly, a gleam of anticipation flashing in her gaze.

She had given Sophie the means to hunt him down.

But that wasn't why she did it.

No, she had only one goal—

To see how Frost Eye would break free.

And when he did?

When he inevitably slipped through Dark Solution's grasp, just like he always did?

That would be the moment she would make her real move.

Sophie stood in the heart of Dark Solution's rented guild hall, her fingers gripping the Search Radar tightly. The dim candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting long shadows over the gathered officers.

For the first time in days, she felt a surge of control.

Frost Eye had been a ghost—untouchable, unpredictable, a constant thorn in her side.

But now?

Now she had a way to track him.

Sophie (smirking): "This time, he won't escape."

The officers around her shared knowing glances, their expressions shifting from frustration to anticipation.

The Cost of Revenge

Vance, one of her most level-headed officers, stood by the window with his arms crossed. His eyes, sharp and calculating, studied the Search Radar without the same excitement.

Vance (cautiously): "We gave up a lot for this."

His words sent a ripple through the room.

Sophie's smirk faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered.

Sophie (brushing it off): "Alchemy materials? We'll get more. What matters is that we finally have a way to hunt him down."

Her confidence wasn't false—Dark Solution was a ruthless guild, and she knew how to recover losses.

But Vance remained unconvinced.

Vance (muttering): "I still don't trust Cute Mist."

Sophie turned toward him, her smirk widening.

Sophie: "You think I do? She's dangerous, but right now, we need this."

Vance didn't argue, but he didn't look convinced either.

He knew powerful people didn't make deals for nothing.

And Cute Mist?

She was far more dangerous than she let on.

The Ignored Truth

Sophie didn't care.

She was too focused on her immediate victory.

She had spent days watching her guild members die, lose levels, and struggle because of Frost Eye.

Now, he would be the one on the run.

She lifted the Search Radar and activated the interface.

A holographic map flickered into existence, searching for Frost Eye's location.

Her heart pounded.

Would it work?

Would she finally see where he was hiding?

Sophie (whispering to herself): "No more running, you bastard."

The officers watched in silence, waiting.

A moment later, a small red dot appeared on the map.

The room erupted in excitement.

Sophie (grinning wildly): "There you are."

They had him.

At that moment, Sophie felt unstoppable.

She had played the game and won.

She had outmaneuvered Frost Eye.

She had secured Dark Solution's revenge.

But what she didn't realize was—

She was never the one playing.

She was the piece being moved.

Cute Mist had already won before the game even started.