chapter 170 cute mist suprise

The command had been given.

Mirsha's words still echoed through the crowd:

"No one joins that party."

The laughter and jeers that had once filled the dungeon entrance had died down, replaced by an uneasy silence.

Mirsha, clad in gleaming silver armor and a regal red cape, moved through the crowd with the weight of authority. Every step she took reinforced her dominance—or so she believed.

But in reality, she had already made a fatal mistake.

And only one person in Rainbow Solutions had realized it.

Cute Mist's Observation

Vice Guild Leader Cute Mist didn't follow Mirsha blindly like the rest of the guild.

She was not a fool.

She was not blind.

And she was certainly not as arrogant as the elder standing before her.

So while Mirsha walked forward, issuing commands, Cute Mist did something far more important.

She observed.

And what she saw made her pause.

The Look That Changed Everything

At first, Cute Mist glanced at Raven the same way everyone else had.

A Level 1 nobody standing at the entrance of a Hell Mode dungeon?

The logical conclusion was simple: either an idiot or a troll.

But then, she really looked at him.

She studied his expression, his posture, the way he stood perfectly still, unaffected by the insults, the sneers, the overwhelming pressure of an entire hostile crowd.

No frustration.

No nervousness.

No desperation.

Not even the slightest concern about Mirsha's presence.

And then—he smirked.

A smirk that sent a chill down Cute Mist's spine.

It wasn't cocky.

It wasn't forced.

It was the smirk of someone who already knew the outcome.

A smirk of disdain.

The Dangerous Truth

In that moment, Cute Mist knew.

This guy was dangerous.

She had spent years watching players rise and fall. She had seen monsters in human form—the kind of players who didn't care about normal limits, who didn't play fair, who shattered expectations and turned entire guilds into fodder.

And Raven?

He had the same look.

The look of someone waiting.

Not for a team.

Not for permission.

Not for approval.

But for the right moment to strike.

Mirsha, of course, hadn't noticed.

Mirsha thought she had crushed this "idiot's" plan with a single command.

But Cute Mist saw the reality.

Mirsha had just painted a target on her back.

Choosing Silence

Cute Mist's gaze flickered toward Mirsha.

The guild elder was still walking forward, still talking, still acting as if she had control over the situation.

Wrong.

Cute Mist could have spoken up.

She could have warned Mirsha.

Could have told her to be careful.

Could have told her that Raven was not just some random Level 1 fool—but something far worse.

But she didn't.

Why?

Because Mirsha had stolen her credit before.

Because Mirsha loved to take the glory without doing the work.

Because Mirsha had made her own bed—and now, Cute Mist would let her lie in it.

Let Mirsha think she won.

Let her walk away satisfied.

Let her believe she was in control.

And when the moment came, when Raven proved everyone wrong, when Mirsha realized her mistake too late—

Cute Mist would be there.

Watching.

Waiting.

And when the time was right—

She would strike first.

The air around the dungeon entrance was thick with noise—laughter, mockery, and arrogance blending into a chaotic mess.

And then—

"No one joins that party."

Elder Mirsha's voice cut through the crowd like a blade.

It wasn't a suggestion.

It wasn't a casual comment.

It was an order.

A decree from one of the strongest guild leaders in the area.

And with those words, she sealed her own fate.

Because she hadn't just rejected Raven.

She hadn't just mocked him.

She had declared, with absolute confidence, that he was beneath her notice.

That no one should even consider standing at his side.

That he wasn't just weak—

He was irrelevant.

The Shift in the Air

For a moment, nothing changed.

The crowd was still laughing.

The players were still sneering.

And yet—

Liz smirked. "Oh. That was stupid."

Ana crossed her arms, amusement flashing in her eyes. "She really just went ahead and dug her own grave, huh?"

Daniel let out a slow breath. "She won't realize it. Not until it's too late."

Mist Low, ever the dramatic one, let out a low, thoughtful hum. "Ah, a guild leader's downfall… so swift, so unnoticed… like the first crack in a grand castle, invisible at first, until the whole thing collapses in an instant."

None of them were worried.

Because they knew.

Because they had seen this before.

Because the last time someone had tried to erase Raven's presence, that person had disappeared so thoroughly that their name wasn't even remembered anymore.

Raven's Reaction – The Decision is Made

Raven finally moved.

It wasn't much—just a slight shift of his fingers, the faintest exhale through his nose.

But for those who knew him, it was the only warning anyone would get.

He wasn't angry.

Anger was too simple.

Anger was too easy.

Anger was a mistake.

This wasn't about emotions.

This was about erasure.

So, that's how it is.

She wasn't just stopping him.

She wasn't just getting in his way.

She was trying to make sure he didn't exist.

To force him into insignificance.

To bury him before he could even begin.

And for that—

She would be destroyed.

Not in a battle.

Not in a petty skirmish.

Not in some brainless duel.

No.

She would lose everything.

Her influence.

Her authority.

Her status.

She would be erased, piece by piece.

And by the time she realized what was happening—

It would be far too late.

Cute Mist Notices the Monster

The laughter continued.

The sneers kept coming.

The jokes only got worse.

But among the sea of arrogance, there was one person—

One person who noticed.

Cute Mist.

Her expression didn't change.

Her posture remained relaxed.

But her eyes narrowed, watching Raven closely.

Something shifted.

She saw it.

The way his fingers twitched, not in frustration, but in calculation.

The way his shoulders relaxed, as if he had just made a final decision.

The way his smirk wasn't directed at the crowd, or at Mirsha—

But at the future.

Her mind raced.

That's not anger. That's… something else.

It wasn't the reaction of someone who had been insulted.

It wasn't the reaction of someone who had been mocked.

It was the reaction of someone who had just been given an excuse.

A reason.

A target.

A cold realization settled in her gut.

Mirsha had made a mistake.

A mistake so profound, so absolute, that she had just doomed herself without even knowing it.

And by the time she realized it—

It would already be over.

The Monster Smiles

Raven's smirk deepened.

He didn't need to speak.

He didn't need to argue.

Because words were meaningless now.

The moment Mirsha had declared him irrelevant, she had given him all the justification he needed.

Not to fight her.

Not to challenge her.

To erase her.

Her reputation.

Her resources.

Her position.

Until she was nothing.

Until she was just another nameless casualty.

Liz let out a low chuckle. "Oh yeah. She's done for."

Ana grinned. "This is gonna be fun."

Daniel sighed. "She has no idea what she just did, does she?"

Mist Low closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "A single sentence, spoken carelessly… and yet, it has already signed her fate. Ah, the fragility of power."

Mirsha was still standing tall.

Still pleased with herself.

Still unaware that, at this very moment—

She had ceased to exist in Raven's eyes.

She just didn't know it yet.

Note : ana ,liz daniel and mist low know raven skills as how he destroyed Dark solutions.

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