chapter 135 brainless girl vs npc

Frost Eye leaned lazily against the broken wall, his expression as relaxed as ever. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Brainless Girl, thrown out.

Cute Mist, frustrated, cold, not even bothering to look back.

The elders had wasted no time cutting their losses. Just as he predicted.

But inside?

Inside, he was thrilled.

He had played his part perfectly—pressuring Brainless Girl, suffocating her chances, forcing her into a corner where she couldn't think. She should have driven the price down to five million. He knew that.

But she hadn't.

She had frozen.

And in the end, Rainbow Solutions saw her as dead weight.

Frost Eye could have laughed. Idiots. They had no idea what they had just thrown away.

But he wouldn't say a word.

No need to gloat. No need to rub salt in the wound.

He had gotten exactly what he wanted.

With an easy stretch, he pushed off the wall, hands tucked into his pockets as he casually turned away. "Well, that was fun," he murmured, almost to himself. "See you around, Flat-Chested-chan."

Cute Mist ignored him.

Brainless Girl… said nothing.

Frost Eye didn't look back.

But his mind was already moving ahead.

Brainless Girl was a failure now. But if she ever recovered—if she ever got back to her peak—she could be a dangerous piece on the board.

For now, though?

She was just another discarded player.

And he had made sure of it.

Frost Eye walked at a casual pace, hands in his pockets, following Brainless Girl from a distance. She didn't notice—of course, she didn't. She was too caught up in her own thoughts, shoulders tense, steps mechanical.

She had just lost everything.

Rainbow Solutions had thrown her away like trash.

And now?

Now she had nothing.

Frost Eye's smirk twitched at the edges, though he kept his expression unreadable. He wasn't following her out of pity. He just wanted to see how she handled it.

Would she break down? Would she scramble for some desperate comeback?

Or would she vanish into obscurity, another "has-been" who never made it past the early game?

Then—

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CREDITS RECEIVED]

A small vibration from his interface. Frost Eye blinked, glancing at the notification.

+7,000,000 credits received from Cute Mist.

His eyebrows raised slightly.

With this, his balance had hit a solid 20 million credits.

And every single credit of it had come from Cute Mist.

His fingers twitched.

Interesting.

So even after all that anger, even after cutting Brainless Girl off, Cute Mist still paid up. No haggling, no second-guessing—she simply wired the money and walked away.

Why?

Because she was in a bad mood and wanted the problem gone?

Because she didn't care about the price anymore?

Or because—deep down—she knew she had just made a mistake?

Frost Eye chuckled under his breath.

He didn't mind either way.

20 million credits.

And Brainless Girl?

She had nothing.

He kept walking, silent, watchful.

This was the moment that would decide her future.

Brainless Girl moved through the market streets with a purpose, her expression unreadable. The weight of her recent failure sat heavy on her shoulders, but she didn't let it show.

She couldn't afford to.

She wasn't just wandering—she had a plan.

Frost Eye trailed her from a distance, hands in his pockets, watching. He had no reason to stop her. If anything, he was curious.

What did a player do after being thrown away like trash?

Did they quit? Did they beg? Did they fight back?

Brainless Girl wasn't begging.

She approached a merchant—Gregor Valst, a shrewd, wealthy NPC trader who specialized in high-end goods. Unlike other merchants, Gregor was a real businessman. He lent money, made deals, and didn't mind crushing players who failed to pay him back.

He was the perfect target.

Brainless Girl stopped in front of him.

Gregor barely glanced at her. "If you're not buying, keep moving."

She didn't move.

Instead, she smiled. "I need a loan."

Gregor let out a short laugh, finally looking at her. "Do I look like a charity?"

Brainless Girl shook her head. "I'm not asking for a handout. I'm asking for five gold."

Frost Eye raised an eyebrow from where he stood, hidden in the crowd.

Five gold? That was nothing in the grand scheme of things. A first-rate guild like Rainbow Solutions wouldn't even blink at such an amount. And yet… this was the same girl who had just lost a seven-million-credit deal.

Why was she playing so small?

Gregor smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Five gold? And what do I get in return?"

Brainless Girl met his gaze without hesitation.

"I'll double it in one hour."

The words were spoken with absolute certainty, as if she had already won.

Gregor's smirk faltered for just a second.

Then he chuckled. "And if you don't?"

Brainless Girl's smile never wavered. "Then you can blacklist me, spread my name as a fraud, and make sure no merchant in this city ever does business with me again."

Frost Eye's interest sharpened.

That was a dangerous bet.

In Mortal Online, NPCs weren't mindless. If Gregor blacklisted her, she wouldn't just lose access to his business—every connected merchant would refuse to deal with her.

She was putting everything on the line for five gold.

Gregor studied her carefully. His merchant instincts were kicking in—he could smell desperation, but something about her confidence made him hesitate.

A good merchant didn't just rely on numbers.

They relied on intuition.

And his intuition told him this girl wasn't bluffing.

"...Fine," he said finally.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: 5 GOLD RECEIVED]

Brainless Girl inclined her head politely. "I'll be back in an hour."

She turned and walked away.

Frost Eye exhaled softly, his smirk returning.

He had no idea what she was planning.

But now?

Now he had to see it.

Brainless Girl walked away from Gregor Valst's stall with five gold in her inventory and exactly one hour to double it.

Frost Eye followed from a distance, keeping his usual lazy, uninterested posture. But inside, he was anything but relaxed.

Why risk everything for five gold?

She wasn't stupid. If she still had her past negotiation skills, she should have aimed for a bigger play. Instead, she chose to operate at the lowest level of finance.

That meant only one thing.

She had a plan.

Brainless Girl moved with steady, deliberate steps through the market, scanning the various stalls and shops. She ignored the ones selling weapons and armor. She didn't even glance at potion vendors or enchantment scroll dealers.

Instead, she headed toward a side alley—toward a pawn shop.

Frost Eye almost smirked. Of course.

The Pawn Dealer – Selling Lies

The shop was small, tucked away from the main street, its wooden sign barely hanging on by rusted nails. The owner, an NPC named Morris, was known for buying and selling anything.

Illegal? Stolen? Cursed? He didn't care.

As long as he made a profit.

Brainless Girl stepped inside, immediately spotting Morris behind the counter. The older man was hunched over a pile of trinkets, his sharp, calculating eyes flicking toward her as the bell above the door rang.

"New face," he muttered, rubbing his chin. "You here to buy or sell?"

Brainless Girl smiled. "I'm here to make a deal."

Morris snorted. "That's what they all say."

Brainless Girl reached into her inventory and pulled out a single gold coin. She flipped it between her fingers casually.

"I want to buy a cursed item."

Frost Eye, still hidden outside, actually smirked.

Oh? This just got interesting.

Morris leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming. "You got a death wish, girl?"

Brainless Girl shook her head. "I'm not looking for something dangerous. Just something that looks cursed."

Morris raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

Brainless Girl placed the gold coin on the counter, tapping it lightly.

"I want an item that seems rare and dangerous but is actually worthless. Something you've been struggling to sell."

Morris's grin widened. He had hundreds of those.

"How much you looking to spend?" he asked.

"One gold."

Morris let out a laugh. "You want a fake cursed item for one gold? Girl, you've got guts."

Brainless Girl simply waited, still smiling.

Morris studied her for a long moment, then finally grunted and turned toward the shelves behind him. He rummaged for a few seconds before pulling out a black amulet with glowing red runes.

It looked incredibly dangerous.

But it wasn't.

"This here's the 'Soulbinder's Oath,'" Morris said dramatically. "Legend says it was used by a fallen sorcerer to bind the souls of his enemies. Anyone who wears it risks being haunted by vengeful spirits!"

Brainless Girl's smile didn't change. "And how long has it been sitting on your shelf?"

Morris's grin faltered.

"...Three months," he admitted.

"Then you have no buyers," she stated simply. "Which means it's worthless. But I'll take it—for one gold."

Morris clicked his tongue, but in the end, he tossed the amulet onto the counter. "Fine. You win."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: 1 GOLD SPENT – CURSED AMULET ACQUIRED]

Brainless Girl pocketed the item and turned to leave.

Morris called after her, "You sure you wanna walk around with that thing? Might scare off weak-hearted fools."

She paused at the doorway. "That's the point."

And with that, she stepped back onto the street.

Frost Eye's Thoughts

From his vantage point, Frost Eye watched as Brainless Girl moved to her next target—a rich, paranoid noble NPC.

It was clear now.

She wasn't playing the market.

She was playing people.

And he wanted to see how far she could take it.