chapter 131 deal

Cute Mist leaned back in her chair, her expression blank, but inside, her mind was a battlefield of calculations and rage.

5 million credits.

A thousand players' loot.

The moment Frost Eye said it, she knew it was a trap.

Yet…

She couldn't ignore it.

Even if most of the equipment was only Level 3, the sheer volume was enough to flood the market. The health potions alone—a necessity in the chaotic battlegrounds—were worth their weight in gold. With Dark Solution's losses, the demand had skyrocketed.

If she got her hands on it, Rainbow Solutions would cement their dominance.

But if someone else did…

She wouldn't allow it.

Her fingers tapped against the armrest. Every fiber of her being told her to refuse.

Then that bastard had to open his mouth again.

> Frost Eye (mocking): "Oh, come now, Mist-chan, don't be so suspicious. You know I'm a fair businessman."

Her lips curled into a sneer.

> Cute Mist: "You're a liar and a rat."

A chuckle came through the call, slow and infuriatingly amused.

> Frost Eye: "Flattery will get you nowhere, darling."

She wanted to hang up. But she didn't.

Because despite everything, he was right.

She was trapped.

If she didn't take the deal, another guild would.

And that… was unacceptable.

Her nails dug into the chair. She hated this. She hated how he always put her in these situations, forcing her to dance to his tune.

> Cute Mist (coldly): "...Where?"

She could hear his smirk.

> Frost Eye: "Now that's the spirit! But oh, one more thing…"

> Cute Mist: "What."

> Frost Eye: "Wear something nice, Flat-Chested-chan. Maybe something that hides the… well, you know."

Her rage exploded.

She slammed her desk, the sound echoing in the silent guild office.

> Cute Mist: "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

⟪ Call Disconnected ⟫

Her screen blinked, showing the call had ended.

Her body trembled—partly from fury, partly from frustration.

> He always did this.

He always got under her skin.

He always made her feel like she was dancing to his tune, even when she knew it.

She stared at the empty call log, her heartbeat a steady drum in her chest.

She should ignore him.

She should cut all ties.

She should never entertain his games again.

But that loot…

Her hand clenched into a fist.

She was going.

And when she saw him?

She would make him suffer.

The alley was dim, lit only by the faint glow of scattered lanterns. A faint chill lingered in the air, but Frost Eye didn't mind. He leaned back against a stack of crates, one foot resting casually on a barrel, his arms crossed with a smug, expectant grin. He wasn't just comfortable—he was in control.

The anticipation thrilled him.

It was always fun messing with Cute Mist.

A few moments later, soft footsteps echoed through the alley.

There she was.

Cute Mist walked toward him with that ever-present scowl on her face, her coat billowing slightly behind her. Unlike her usual combat-ready attire, she had opted for something… different. A deep-blue dress, sleek yet professional, covering just enough to avoid unnecessary attention but still elegant.

Frost Eye's eyes immediately locked onto the details.

Not because he found her particularly stunning—no, that wasn't it.

It was because he knew.

He knew she had chosen this outfit because of him.

And that realization?

It was pure gold.

His smirk widened as he spoke, his tone oozing amusement.

> Frost Eye: "Oh? Flat-Chested-chan actually listened?"

The instant her face twitched, he knew he had struck a nerve.

> Cute Mist (scowling): "Shut up."

But that only made it better.

Frost Eye pushed himself off the crate, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second of her irritation. He circled her slightly, taking in the sight, making a show of tilting his head, pretending to appraise her appearance.

Then, with an exaggerated sigh—

> Frost Eye: "But you didn't follow my advice properly… That dress can't hide what isn't there."

Cute Mist's fingers curled into fists.

Frost Eye could practically hear her grinding her teeth.

This was too much fun.

Before she could explode, a new voice broke through the tension.

> ???: "So this is the fool you mentioned?"

Frost Eye paused.

His gaze shifted, finally noticing the other woman standing beside Cute Mist.

Tall. Much taller than Cute Mist.

Long, silver hair cascaded down her back, her posture eerily perfect. Unlike Cute Mist's simmering irritation, this woman was… cold. Not in the usual "I'm annoyed" way—but in a way that made Frost Eye's instincts tingle.

Her hazel eyes lacked emotion.

Her expression? Completely unreadable.

There was something about her…

Something unnerving.

Then, Cute Mist spoke.

> Cute Mist: "This is Brainless Girl."

Frost Eye blinked.

> Frost Eye: "I'm sorry, what?"

The silver-haired woman met his gaze without hesitation.

> Brainless Girl: "I am Brainless Girl."

Silence.

A long, awkward silence.

Frost Eye slowly turned back to Cute Mist, his face blank—like he was processing a broken game file.

> Frost Eye: "…You brought a girl named 'Brainless Girl' to a business deal?"

> Cute Mist (deadpan): "Yes."

Another pause.

Then—

A snort.

A chuckle.

And before anyone could stop it—

Frost Eye burst into full-blown laughter.

It was genuine, a deep, amused laugh that echoed through the alley. He doubled over, one hand on his knee, the other covering his face as if he had just witnessed the greatest joke of all time.

> Frost Eye (wheezing): "Oh, this is the best day ever."

Cute Mist's entire body radiated anger.

Her eye twitched violently.

> Cute Mist (low growl): "Shut. Up."

But he couldn't.

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, exhaling deeply, trying to calm down.

But just as he was about to speak, Brainless Girl interrupted.

> Brainless Girl: "Would you like to discuss the deal?"

Her tone was flat, devoid of any reaction to his amusement.

Frost Eye straightened up, finally recomposing himself.

> Frost Eye: "Ah, right. Business. Alright, Flat-Chested-chan, let's talk."

Cute Mist looked like she was one second away from stabbing him.

But for now—

She endured.