chapter 149 mirsha grand plan and flaw

Mirsha strutted through the crowded streets of Viles Town, her fingers brushing over the small vial in her pocket. Every time she felt the smooth glass, a rush of excitement shot through her. The last poison resistance potion in existence. The only one. And she had it.

She glanced around at the bustling market. The usual chaos—players bartering, NPC merchants shouting deals—but now, she had something no one else did.

She just needed the right person to notice.

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Frost Eye and Brainless Girl – Watching From the Shadows

From their rooftop vantage point, Frost Eye flicked his silver coin, the metal glinting under the dim torchlight.

Brainless Girl snickered. "She's practically glowing with arrogance."

"She thinks she's untouchable," Frost Eye murmured, his gaze locked onto Mirsha as she strolled past a group of players, deliberately slowing her pace as if waiting for them to ask about her latest acquisition.

Brainless Girl tapped her chin. "How long do you think it'll take before someone decides to rob her?"

Frost Eye smirked. "She's got minutes before the wrong person overhears."

Brainless Girl grinned. "Good. Because our next act is about to start."

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Mirsha's First Buyer

She spotted her first target—a well-dressed merchant NPC named Alaric, known for dealing in rare goods. His velvet robes and jeweled rings screamed wealth, but more importantly, he had connections.

With a confident smirk, she strolled up to his stall.

"Alaric," she said smoothly.

The merchant glanced up from weighing a bundle of herbs. "Ah, Lady Mirsha," he greeted, already familiar with her from previous trades. "What brings you to my humble shop today?"

Mirsha leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to pique his curiosity.

"I have something you might be interested in."

Alaric's brow raised. "Oh?"

With deliberate care, Mirsha pulled out the vial, letting the dim torchlight catch the shimmering green liquid.

Alaric inhaled sharply.

"No…" His voice dropped to a whisper. "That can't be…"

Mirsha grinned. "Oh, but it is."

Alaric reached out instinctively, but Mirsha pulled the vial back. "Now, now. This isn't just any ordinary potion. This is the last Poison Resistance Potion in the entire game."

Alaric's fingers twitched. "That… that's impossible. The supplier—"

"—Frost Eye?" Mirsha interrupted, her grin widening. "Yeah. He's done. No more stock. No more recipe. This is it. The last one."

Alaric swallowed. "And you… own it?"

Mirsha puffed up with pride. "Damn right I do."

Alaric hesitated. Then his merchant instincts kicked in. "How much?"

Mirsha's grin turned shark-like. "A hundred thousand credits."

Alaric flinched, but the hunger in his eyes remained.

"I need time to gather that much," he admitted, eyes locked on the potion. "Give me until tomorrow."

Mirsha chuckled. "Don't take too long. There are plenty of others who'd kill for this."

She turned on her heel, striding away—only barely containing her excitement. 100,000 credits. She was about to become rich.

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The First Whisper

A few stalls away, a hooded player named Vale had overheard everything.

He barely moved as Mirsha walked past him, his mind already racing.

The last poison resistance potion.

He clenched his fists. That potion was a game-changer. Guilds would fight wars for something like that.

And Mirsha…

She was flaunting it.

His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile.

She had no idea what kind of trouble she'd just invited.

With one smooth motion, he activated his stealth skill and slipped into the crowd.

The hunt had begun.

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Frost Eye & Brainless Girl – Predicting the Chaos

Brainless Girl laughed, watching the subtle shift in the marketplace.

"Did you see that?" she grinned. "The moment she bragged, three different people started moving differently."

Frost Eye flipped his coin. "It won't be long before she's being hunted."

Brainless Girl smirked. "Think she'll make it back to the vault before they strike?"

Frost Eye chuckled darkly. "Doesn't matter. Either way, she's already lost."

Brainless Girl tilted her head. "And when she does find out?"

Frost Eye caught his coin mid-air, his smirk widening.

"She'll realize the truth."

He flicked the coin again.

"But by then…"

Brainless Girl finished his sentence, grinning.

"It'll already be too late."

Mirsha walked through Viles Town like she owned the place, her fingers idly tapping the vial in her pocket. She had never felt this powerful before. 100,000 credits. That was more money than most players saw in their entire careers.

The fools around her had no idea who they were dealing with.

She smirked.

That merchant, Alaric, would definitely gather the money by tomorrow. But she wasn't just going to sell it to him. She would let others make offers too—let them compete. If people were desperate enough, she could push the price even higher.

Maybe 120,000. Maybe 150,000.

The thought alone made her giddy.

But then—

A slight shift in the air.

She felt it before she saw it.

The weight of eyes on her. The way conversations quieted as she passed.

Her grin faltered.

Something had changed.

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The First Shadow

From a rooftop above, Vale, the rogue who had overheard her earlier, was already tracking her movements.

His fingers twitched with anticipation.

A single potion worth 100,000 credits? She had no idea what kind of prey that made her.

He wasn't the only one who had taken an interest.

Several figures had subtly repositioned themselves through the marketplace—some lone players, some scouts for bigger guilds, some opportunists who simply smelled blood in the water.

Vale smirked.

She'd never make it back to the vault.

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Mirsha Notices Too Late

At first, Mirsha dismissed it as paranoia.

But then—

A hooded player moved when she moved.

A merchant who normally ignored her was watching.

A pair of armored players whispered the moment she passed.

Her heartbeat quickened.

Something was wrong.

She picked up her pace.

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The Ambush

She barely made it out of the marketplace before a figure stepped directly into her path.

Tall. Clad in dark leather. A rogue.

"Hey there," the stranger said, voice smooth.

Mirsha stopped. "What do you want?"

The rogue smiled. "I hear you've got something valuable."

Mirsha's blood ran cold.

She took a step back—

A hand clamped down on her shoulder.

"Going somewhere?" A second voice. A second rogue.

She whirled around. Two. No—three. No—more.

She was surrounded.

Her pulse pounded.

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Frost Eye & Brainless Girl – Watching the Trap Close

On the rooftop, Frost Eye let out a low whistle. "Damn. That was fast."

Brainless Girl grinned. "Told you. A shiny target like that? She was never making it out clean."

Frost Eye flicked his coin. "You think they'll kill her for it?"

Brainless Girl smirked. "Nah. Not yet. She's too valuable alive."

They watched as the rogues slowly closed in on Mirsha.

"She'll fight back," Frost Eye mused.

Brainless Girl shrugged. "Won't matter."

The trap had already snapped shut.

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Mirsha's Mistake

Mirsha grit her teeth. She wasn't about to lose everything here.

"Back off," she snapped, gripping her staff. "I'll—"

The first rogue laughed. "You'll what? Fight us? In the middle of town?"

Mirsha hesitated.

Technically, Viles Town was a safe zone. Attacking her here would trigger guards—NPC enforcers who would cut down criminals on sight.

The rogue smirked at her hesitation.

"We're not stupid," he said. "We won't attack you."

Another rogue leaned in.

"But you are coming with us."

Her stomach dropped.

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A Threat Worse Than Death

Mirsha's mind raced. If she refused… what would they do?

Would they kill her outside the town? Steal her potion?

Or—

Her breath caught.

Would they capture her?

Make her trade the potion in exchange for her own freedom?

That was worse than death.

If she died, she'd respawn. She'd lose some gear, but she could recover.

But if they captured her, they could keep her locked up, force her to trade, make her a prisoner in her own account.

Her hands clenched.

She was trapped.

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Frost Eye & Brainless Girl – The Final Nail

Brainless Girl leaned forward, watching the tension build.

"She's sweating," she noted. "She finally realized it."

Frost Eye chuckled. "Yeah. She knows."

Brainless Girl tilted her head. "Think she'll break?"

Frost Eye smirked. "Give it five more seconds."

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Mirsha's Choice

Mirsha exhaled sharply.

Her pride screamed at her to fight. But her survival instincts knew better.

If she resisted, they'd drag her somewhere worse.

She had no choice.

"…Fine."

Her voice was quiet.

The rogues exchanged victorious grins.

"Smart choice," the first one said.

Mirsha swallowed hard.

She had just lost.

And she knew it.

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Frost Eye's Final Words

Frost Eye caught his coin mid-air, his grin widening.

Brainless Girl exhaled, satisfied.

"That's game."