chapter 151 log out

Frost Eye, still wiping bits of crushed fruit off his face, sighed as he stood up. He shot a glare at Brainless Girl, who was smirking way too much for his liking.

"You're lucky I'm too tired to kill you right now."

Brainless Girl snorted. "You're the one who asked to touch them."

Frost Eye rolled his eyes. "Forget that. We've got business."

He flicked his silver coin, catching it midair before pointing at her.

"You're in charge of the Private Warehouse."

Brainless Girl raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Giving me responsibilities now?"

Frost Eye smirked. "Well, since our dear Lady Mirsha is still convinced we're running a VIP storage service, it's only fair that you're the one to 'manage' it."

Brainless Girl tapped her chin. "So when the time comes… I just make everything disappear?"

Frost Eye nodded. "Exactly. The moment she stores more valuables, we clean it out."

Brainless Girl grinned. "Cold."

Frost Eye chuckled. "Efficient."

Then, he turned his gaze toward Nathaniel, the NPC banker who had played his role perfectly.

"…And keep an eye on the banker."

Brainless Girl tilted her head. "Oh? You interested in him?"

Frost Eye smirked. "He's interesting. He's not like normal NPCs."

Brainless Girl nodded, glancing toward Nathaniel, who continued to greet players with the same polite, reverent tone.

"He's a little too good at playing along."

Frost Eye's coin flipped again. "Exactly. Which means we keep him close… and when the time comes—"

Brainless Girl grinned. "—We make sure he stays useful."

Frost Eye smirked. "Now you're getting it."

With that, he let out a stretch, shaking off the tension from the long fight.

"Alright, I'm out. Gonna log for a bit."

Brainless Girl gave him a lazy wave. "Don't dream about fruit too much."

Frost Eye scoffed, pulling up his logout menu. Just before confirming, he muttered under his breath—

"I wanna really touch it."

And then, he was gone.

A silence followed.

Brainless Girl stared at the empty space where he had been. Then, slowly, she tilted her head, blinking once, twice—before bursting into laughter.

The players around them gave her weird looks, but she didn't care.

Even Nathaniel, the NPC banker, didn't react—at least, not visibly. But if one paid close enough attention, they might have noticed the faintest flicker of something in his otherwise neutral expression. Amusement? Curiosity? It was impossible to tell.

Brainless Girl wiped a tear from her eye, grinning like a maniac.

"Oh, I have to tell him he said that when he logs back in."

Mark pulled off his virtual helmet, blinking as the real world came into focus. He rubbed his face, groaning.

"Why the hell am I acting like a damn playboy as Frost Eye, but some righteous good boy as Raven?"

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, frustration bubbling inside him. It wasn't like he did it on purpose. When he was Raven, everything felt calculated—cold, strategic, focused. But the moment he switched to Frost Eye, something in him flipped. The smug grins, the teasing, the playful chaos—it all came so naturally.

"Man, this is annoying."

He tapped his fingers against his desk, replaying the recent events in his mind.

As Raven, he was out there orchestrating the downfall of Dark Solution, setting up long-term plays, building power. But as Frost Eye? He was grinning like a fox, making shady deals, and, worst of all, flirting like some smooth-talking rogue.

And the worst part? It was fun.

He groaned again, slumping over his desk.

"Damn it, I need to log back in before I start questioning my whole personality."

Mark pushed open the door, stepping into the living room—only to stop dead in his tracks.

What he saw nearly made him turn around and walk right back into his room.

Standing in the center of the room, Mist Low had a smug grin on his face, his hand just pulling away from Liz's cheek, where he had just placed a kiss.

Liz, the queen of sarcasm, was completely frozen. Her usual sharp wit? Gone. Her brain? Error 404. Her entire face? Redder than a tomato left out in the sun for too long.

Daniel, however, was not frozen at all. His hand was already gripping the handle of a knife, his entire body vibrating with unfiltered rage.

Ana stood beside him, eyes wide, her mouth slightly open like she had just witnessed a legendary event.

And in the corner, lounging on the couch with a drink in hand, was Celeste—watching the entire scene unfold with the kind of satisfied expression one had when watching reality TV drama at its finest.

Mark blinked. What. The. Hell. Did. He. Just. Walk. Into?

Mist Low, sensing the new arrival, immediately turned toward him, still grinning.

"Ah, Mark! Perfect timing!" He casually slung an arm over Liz's stiff shoulders, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "I was just expressing my appreciation for our dear Liz here. She's simply too charming to ignore."

Liz's entire soul left her body.

Daniel's knife was halfway out of its sheath. His eyes were locked onto Mist Low with the intensity of a hunter about to skin his prey.

"You got five seconds to start running," Daniel said, his voice dark.

Mist Low tilted his head, looking thoughtful. "Five? That's generous."

Ana, still recovering, suddenly gasped, grabbing Liz's shoulders. "Wait—WAIT! This is important!" She turned to Liz, eyes shining. "DID YOU JUST GET YOUR FIRST KISS?!"

Liz's brain rebooted violently.

"IT WASN'T A KISS!" she yelled, shoving Mist Low away so hard he actually stumbled.

Mist Low chuckled. "Oh? It felt like one to me."

That was it.

Daniel lunged.

Mist Low vanished.

Liz groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I hate all of you."

Mark exhaled, finally moving. His head hurt.

"Man," he muttered. "I regret leaving my room."

Celeste, sipping her drink, barely glanced at him.

"So, Mark, you were saying?" she asked, her tone as casual as if none of this had just happened.