chapter 173 my name is cute boy

The Fall of Elder Mirsha – Forced to Kneel

The air around the dungeon entrance grew heavy, suffocating with an invisible pressure.

Mirsha staggered, struggling to remain upright.

Then—

"Kneel."

The word wasn't loud.

It wasn't shouted.

It was a simple command.

Yet, it carried a force that couldn't be denied.

Mirsha's body reacted before her mind could resist.

Her knees buckled.

Her entire frame slammed into the dirt, a harsh impact that echoed through the silent crowd.

She gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.

What... just happened?!

She had fought countless battles, crushed enemies, climbed the ranks of Rainbow Solutions—

And yet, she was on her knees before a single player.

Not by choice.

Not by a skill.

But because his very presence had commanded it.

The Silent Fear – Cute Mist's Immediate Decision

The entire Rainbow Solutions guild froze.

They watched in stunned horror as their Elder, the arrogant, proud, and untouchable Mirsha, was kneeling—forced down by an unknown player.

A deep shiver ran through them all.

This wasn't normal.

This wasn't something a mere player should be able to do.

And Cute Mist knew it instantly.

Her sharp eyes scanned the hooded figure. His stance was relaxed, yet his presence alone had turned the tide of this moment.

The sheer authority in his voice, the power that had dropped Mirsha like an insect—

This was someone they should not mess with.

She didn't need to think twice.

"Withdraw."

Her voice was calm, but it cut through the silence like a blade.

The Rainbow Solutions members hesitated for half a second.

Then—

They retreated.

No one questioned it.

No one even glanced at Mirsha.

They simply turned and left.

Because staying meant death.

Mirsha's Humiliation – Despair and Rage

Mirsha trembled, her fingers clawing at the ground as she tried to push herself up.

But the weight of his presence still lingered.

She gritted her teeth, veins bulging in her forehead.

"You... bastard..." she hissed.

The hooded player tilted his head slightly, looking down at her with pure disdain.

Then, for the first time, he took a step closer.

His shadow loomed over her.

Mirsha flinched.

Her pride screamed at her to fight back, to strike, to do anything—

But her instincts whispered the truth.

She couldn't.

She wouldn't win.

And her own guild had abandoned her.

Her breath hitched.

This was beyond just humiliation.

This was defeat.

Her own people had fled without hesitation.

Her greatest enemy wasn't Raven, it wasn't any rival guild—

It was this hooded figure.

And now, she was utterly alone.

The Hooded Player's Final Words

The mysterious player lowered his gaze, his voice smooth and cold.

"You thought a mere first-rate guild could stand against me?"

Mirsha's heart pounded.

She tried to look away.

But she couldn't.

Those dark eyes held her still—

As if he was gazing at something already beneath him.

Then—

He turned away.

Just like that.

As if she wasn't even worth his attention anymore.

Mirsha gasped for breath, her body finally released from whatever unseen force had bound her.

But the damage was already done.

She had knelt before him.

And the world had seen it.

The Aftermath – The 'Innocent' Cute Boy

A heavy stillness hung over the dungeon entrance.

The once-rowdy crowd had been reduced to nothing more than silent spectators, frozen in place.

Kneeling in the dirt, motionless, was Elder Mirsha.

Her breathing was uneven.

Her hands trembled ever so slightly.

Her expression was empty, lifeless—like a doll that had lost its purpose.

The proud leader of Rainbow Solutions… was now on her knees before a single man.

A man who had done nothing but speak.

The players who had once cheered her arrival now stood paralyzed, as if their very souls had been tempered by the sheer pressure that had filled the air moments ago.

Then—

Amidst the eerie quiet, a voice rang out.

"Oh, my name is Cute Boy! I am innocent!"

His words were spoken with pure cheer, almost as if he were introducing himself in a casual party rather than a battlefield.

The contrast was jarring.

No one reacted.

No one knew how to react.

The tension had been so thick, so overwhelming, and yet now… this?

Deadpan stares.

That was all he received.

The Reality of Power

Players glanced at each other, their brains struggling to catch up to what had just happened.

Just moments ago, they had been laughing at Raven, mocking his attempt to enter Hell Mode at Level 1.

Then, Rainbow Solutions arrived, shutting down any further talk.

Elder Mirsha, one of the most well-known figures in the area, had declared judgment on Raven and his group, openly threatening anyone who dared join them.

It should have ended there.

But then—

The hooded player had stepped forward.

With a single command, he had forced Mirsha to her knees.

And now?

Now, he was acting like none of that had happened.

A player in heavy armor muttered under his breath, "I… I don't get it. What… what just happened?"

A rogue nearby swallowed hard. "That skill… I've never seen anything like it."

A cleric clutched her staff tightly, her voice shaky. "No, it's not a skill. This is something else…"

Their whispers spread like wildfire, yet no one dared speak too loudly.

No one wanted to be the next victim.

Cute Mist's Growing Rage

Far away, standing just beyond the reach of the battlefield, Cute Mist watched.

And as she watched—

She felt a burning desire to kick the smug bastard in the face.

Hard.

She hated people like this.

People who toyed with others.

People who pretended to be innocent after making a statement of power.

People who left others humiliated beyond repair.

Mirsha had been annoying, sure.

But this?

This was cruel.

And yet, Cute Mist knew.

She knew that she couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Not right now.

Not against him.

Her instincts screamed at her.

This man… is beyond dangerous.

He wasn't strong in the way most people thought about strength.

He wasn't just a powerhouse of raw stats or some over-leveled boss in disguise.

No.

He was something worse.

Someone who broke people.

And as she looked at Mirsha's lifeless, kneeling form, Cute Mist felt a chill crawl up her spine.

Mirsha wasn't just defeated.

She wasn't just humiliated.

She was done.

Cute Mist's Decision

She didn't hesitate.

"Withdraw."

Her command was sharp, immediate.

Rainbow Solutions members looked at her in shock.

"But—"

"I said withdraw. Now."

She didn't even wait to see if they listened.

She already knew they would.

Because they weren't stupid.

They had seen what she saw.

Cute Boy wasn't someone you fought.

Not unless you were willing to throw everything away.

And she wasn't.

Not yet.

Her hands clenched at her sides as she gritted her teeth.

She watched from afar as Cute Boy tilted his head, looking at Mirsha's lifeless form as if she were some broken toy he had lost interest in.

She wanted to hit him.

She wanted to wipe that damn smirk off his face.

But she couldn't.

So instead—

She turned her back.

But as she walked away, one thought burned in her mind.

I'll remember this.

And one day… I'll make you pay.