chapter 138 brainless girl suprise

Brainless Girl clutched the coin pouch in her hand, feeling the solid weight of 40 gold coins.

Forty.

A sum that took first-rate guilds days to earn through grinding, dungeon runs, and resource farming.

And she had made it in one hour.

Yet—

"Dead weight."

That's what they had called her.

That's why Cute Mist left her behind. Not because of failure, not because she had no worth—but because of one negotiation.

Because she failed to make Frost Eye budge.

Because she couldn't bend an opponent who had already decided not to break.

And for that, she was discarded.

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The Contrast – Measured in Gold and Reputation

Brainless Girl loosened her grip on the pouch and exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus.

Cute Mist had paid 7 million credits to remove her.

Rainbow Solutions had let her go without hesitation.

And yet, here she was—making more money in an hour than most of them could in a week.

It was almost funny.

No—it was pathetic.

They had no idea what they had thrown away.

And maybe… maybe that was fine.

Let them think she was nothing.

Let them believe they had gotten rid of a burden.

Because that just meant no one would see her coming.

The narrow alley was dimly lit, the flickering lanterns above casting long, jagged shadows across the uneven cobblestone. The scent of damp wood and the distant hum of the bustling city filled the air.

Brainless Girl exhaled softly, adjusting her grip on the pouch of 40 gold coins. The weight of it was reassuring—a tangible proof of her worth, something she had built with her own hands.

And then—

A voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet and taunting.

"Pretty girl, wanna spend the night with me?"

The words sent a shiver down her spine. Not from fear, but from irritation.

Slowly, deliberately, she turned.

There, leaning casually against the crumbling brick wall, half-shrouded in shadows, was Frost Eye.

His usual smirk was firmly in place, but something about his eyes gave him away—sharp, gleaming with amusement, but also calculated. He wasn't just here to tease. He was here for information.

Brainless Girl didn't react immediately. No startled flinch, no glare, no snapped retort. She simply stared at him, her expression unreadable, her mind working through the implications.

Frost Eye was a snake—smooth, slippery, and impossible to pin down. He never acted without reason.

If he was here, it meant he had been watching.

If he was talking, it meant he had already decided on something.

She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an easy reaction.

So instead, she let a small, polite smile form on her lips, her voice light and airy.

"Oh?" she mused. "I didn't realize you were so desperate."

A flicker of amusement crossed Frost Eye's face. His smirk widened slightly as he pushed off the wall, stepping forward at an unhurried pace. His boots clicked against the cobblestone, each step deliberate, measured.

"Desperate?" he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue as if savoring it. "No, no. Just curious."

He stopped a few feet away, close enough for her to see the faint glint in his eyes, far enough to keep things ambiguous.

His gaze flicked downward.

To the pouch of gold in her hand.

"You know," he drawled, tilting his head slightly, "dead weight doesn't usually make that kind of money in an hour."

Ah.

So that's what this was.

Brainless Girl remained still, her grip on the pouch tightening just slightly.

He had been watching.

He had seen everything.

And now, he wanted to see how she would respond.

Brainless Girl's eyes remained steady as she studied Frost Eye. The smirk never left his face, but there was a weight behind his words—subtle, deliberate.

He had seen her work. He knew she wasn't the failure Rainbow Solutions had labeled her as.

And now, he wanted her.

She exhaled softly, her fingers loosening around the pouch of gold.

"Oh?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "And what exactly do you want from me?"

Frost Eye's smirk didn't falter.

"Join me," he said smoothly. "One hundred thousand credits per month."

The number wasn't just high—it was staggering.

Most first-rate guild officers didn't even earn half that in stable salaries. Even top-tier players made most of their fortune through trades, loots, and sponsorships—not fixed payments.

Yet, he was offering it casually, effortlessly.

Brainless Girl didn't respond right away. Instead, she watched him carefully, her mind working through the layers of his words.

Why that number?

Why now?

Why her?

The offer was tempting. More money than she had ever had consistent access to. More than enough to secure influence, build leverage, and carve out a real place in Mortal Online.

But there was a catch.

There was always a catch.

Frost Eye never did anything out of generosity.

Brainless Girl let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head slightly.

"Oh, I'm not that cheap," she said smoothly, her voice carrying a faint amusement.

Frost Eye's smirk stretched wider, his eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to satisfaction.

"I thought so," he mused, exhaling a small laugh. His tone wasn't surprised—if anything, it was laced with anticipation. He had expected her to push back.

He wanted her to.

His fingers tapped lazily against his arm as he studied her, head tilted slightly. Then, with an air of complete nonchalance, he spoke:

"Tell me your price. I need you."

Simple words, but loaded with intent.

He didn't say want. He said need.

And that changed everything.

Brainless Girl didn't break eye contact. Her heart remained steady, her expression calm, but inside, her mind was running a hundred calculations per second.

Frost Eye was giving her control over the negotiation. He had thrown the first number—100K credits per month—but that was just the opening bid. He wanted to see how she reacted, how she countered.

She wouldn't play small.

"Five hundred thousand credits per month," she stated, voice smooth and unwavering. "And a wish. One that you must fulfill whenever I ask, as long as it's possible."

The moment the words left her lips, the air between them shifted.

A bold demand. Not just in price, but in the condition. A wish was vague, undefined, unpredictable. Most people would hesitate, try to narrow the terms, or at least question the limits.

But Frost Eye?

He immediately answered.

"Deal."

No hesitation. No smirk fading from his face. No attempt to haggle.

Brainless Girl felt a flicker of something—not quite shock, but something close to it.

Most negotiators, even skilled ones, would balk at a demand like that. They would counter, limit, redefine the scope of the agreement. Because an undefined wish was dangerous. It meant she could ask for anything—power, resources, protection, even his downfall.

Yet Frost Eye agreed without blinking.

That told her two things:

1. He had already decided she was worth even more than what she was asking. If he was willing to pay 500K a month instantly, that meant he had calculated her potential value far beyond that number.

2. He wasn't afraid of her wish. Either he believed he could manipulate it, or he truly didn't care what she asked for—as long as he got what he wanted first.

Brainless Girl kept her expression neutral, but inwardly, she was adjusting her expectations.

She had expected resistance. A fight, a counteroffer.

Instead, she had just walked away with five times the initial offer and a clause that could become her most powerful bargaining chip in the future.

The only question now was—why?

Why did Frost Eye want her so badly?

And more importantly…

What did he plan to do with her?