chapter 132 brainless girl

Frost Eye's eyes flickered over the new arrival, his ever-present smirk stretching just a little wider as he took in her name.

Brainless Girl.

For a moment, his mind dismissed her entirely. The name screamed random nobody, an extra dragged along for no reason other than to waste his time.

But then—his thoughts stalled.

That name… he had seen it before.

Like a trap snapping shut, the memory locked into place.

Brainless Girl wasn't just some clueless extra.

She was the No.1 manipulator in negotiations.

A demon when it came to deals, a ghost that turned losses into wins, a trickster who played with words so well that even the most cunning players walked away thinking they had profited—only to realize, too late, that they had been gutted dry.

And yet… Rainbow Solutions had kicked her out.

Frost Eye almost found it unbelievable. The No.1 manipulator in the game's early days, thrown away like trash. Why?

Then, the answer struck him.

She was a noob at actual gameplay.

She had no talent for combat. She fumbled in dungeons, got killed in PvP, and made a complete fool of herself in boss fights. The elders of Rainbow Solutions, blinded by their obsession with "strength," had judged her solely on raw gameplay skills and deemed her worthless.

They had no clue what they had lost.

Frost Eye almost laughed aloud.

> Frost Eye (thinking): Idiots. They had a weapon of mass destruction in their hands, and they threw it away because she couldn't dodge a fireball.

His gaze flickered to Cute Mist, who stood beside Brainless Girl, a sly grin curling at the edge of her lips.

She knew.

That's why she had brought Brainless Girl here.

Not as a fighter. Not as a bodyguard.

As a weapon.

Frost Eye's fingers twitched.

This just got very interesting.

Frost Eye reclined lazily against the remains of a broken wall, his sharp eyes flicking between the two women before him. Cute Mist had come as expected, but she wasn't alone.

The moment his gaze landed on the name floating above the second woman's head, his smirk faltered—Brainless Girl.

That name stirred a memory.

A top-tier manipulator in negotiations, someone who could twist deals in ways that left even experienced traders questioning how they had been outplayed. But in Mortal Online, skill in bargaining wasn't enough. She had zero talent in actual gameplay—terrible reaction speed, poor combat sense, and an embarrassing habit of falling into obvious traps.

Rainbow Solutions, a first-rate guild, had kicked her out after only a few days, likely seeing her as dead weight.

So why was she here?

Frost Eye narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers against his thigh. Did Cute Mist not know? That seemed unlikely—Cute Mist was no fool. She wouldn't bring a failure to an important negotiation unless…

Unless Brainless Girl still had value.

His instincts screamed that something was off.

Still, he wasn't about to let them see that.

With his usual cocky grin, he leaned forward. "You know, Flat-Chested-chan, I expected better taste from you. Bringing a noob like this? Tch, I thought you were at least a little competent."

Cute Mist's expression didn't change. She simply smirked, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "Oh? I thought you liked easy prey."

Frost Eye chuckled, but his mind was spinning.

Why bring a failure?

Why now?

He needed to test the waters.

His gaze drifted to Brainless Girl, who remained silent, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. No nervous twitches, no fumbling words. Composed. Controlled.

Interesting.

Frost Eye decided to prod. "So, what's your job here, Brainless-chan? Here to carry Flat-Chested-chan's bags?"

Brainless Girl met his gaze evenly, a small, polite smile forming on her lips. "No. I'm here to negotiate."

Ah.

Now it made sense.

Cute Mist had brought her as a negotiation specialist.

Frost Eye almost laughed. What a joke.

Did they really think a washed-up failure could get a better deal out of him?

His smirk widened. This should be fun.

What Frost Eye Didn't Know

What he didn't know—what neither of them had told him—was that this was Brainless Girl's last chance.

Rainbow Solutions had already given up on her.

The elders had decided she wasn't worth the investment. Her reputation as a skilled manipulator had kept her in the guild longer than she should have lasted, but in a game like Mortal Online, reputation wasn't enough.

They needed results.

And she had delivered nothing.

Cute Mist, however, wasn't so quick to discard people. She had fought for Brainless Girl, convinced that her talent could still be useful. But she couldn't protect her forever.

So, she had given an ultimatum.

> "If you can't bring down the price below five million, you're out."

This was it.

Her last test.

If she failed, she wouldn't just lose her place in the guild—she would lose everything.

Her last thread of influence, her final chance to carve out a position in this game's power structure.

And unlike Frost Eye, she knew exactly what was at stake.

Her heartbeat remained steady.

Her polite smile never wavered.

Inside, she was calculating. Measuring every possible move.

Five million credits. That was the target.

She had to bring it lower—but not too low, or Frost Eye would become suspicious. She had to push, but not so hard that he backed away.

A delicate balance.

She had spent years manipulating deals in the real world, but here? In Mortal Online, a world where power was measured in levels and strength, where brute force often overruled logic?

This was her true test.

And failure was not an option.