chapter 183 calling frost eye
Mack let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, Mist, call Frost Eye."
Cute Mist whipped her head toward him, her glare sharp enough to pierce armor. "Excuse me? You want me to call that bastard?"
Mack met her glare with an unshaken expression. "We don't have another option. Rainbow Solutions will come for us in no time. We need backup, and Frost Eye is the only one with enough power to keep them off our backs."
Cute Mist crossed her arms, her frustration boiling over. "So now you want to rely on him? The same guy who keeps calling me flat-chested every single time we meet? The one who thrives on annoying me?"
Mack shrugged, giving her an innocent look. "I mean… yes?"
Cute Mist raised her foot threateningly. Mack wisely took a step back.
"Look," Mack continued quickly, "you don't have to like him. I sure as hell don't. But facts are facts. Rainbow Solutions is massive, and right now, we're just two people without a guild. They'll come after us, and without resources, we won't stand a chance."
Cute Mist gritted her teeth, staring off into the distance. She hated this. Hated that Mack was right. Hated that Frost Eye was the best option.
Worst of all? She hated that Frost Eye would be smug about this.
That bastard.
She exhaled sharply, pulling up her system interface with an irritated flick of her hand.
> [Friend Request: Frost Eye – Pending]
[Call Request Sent to: Frost Eye]
The screen began ringing.
Mack grinned. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it, Master?"
Cute Mist narrowed her eyes at him.
Mack realized his mistake half a second too late. "…Ah, shi—"
BAM!
Cute Mist kicked him straight in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward.
Mack wheezed, clutching his ribs. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS—"
The call suddenly connected.
And then—
That familiar, insufferably smug voice echoed through the line.
"Oh? Flat-chested girl? Calling me? What an honor."
A deep silence followed.
Mack slowly, carefully, moved behind a tree for cover.
Cute Mist's face twitched. Her fingers curled into fists.
"…Frost Eye." Her voice was dangerously calm. "Say that again."
Frost Eye chuckled. "What? I was just appreciating the courage it took for you to call me. You must be really desperate if you're reaching out to little old me."
Mack peeked out from behind the tree. "Uh, Mist, please don't break the communication device—"
CRACK.
Cute Mist had already crushed a rock in her bare hand.
Frost Eye whistled. "Oho? You sound a little mad. Don't tell me you missed me?"
Mack silently prayed for Frost Eye's safety.
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The call had barely settled when Cute Mist dropped the bomb.
"I got betrayed by Rainbow Solutions. I'm homeless. Give me a home."
Silence.
Frost Eye, for once in his insufferable life, had nothing to say.
Mack peeked from behind his tree, cautiously observing the rare event of Frost Eye actually processing something.
"…Excuse me?" Frost Eye finally said. "Did you just say—?"
"You heard me," Cute Mist snapped, arms crossed. "I need a place to stay. You're rich. You have a mansion. Give me a room."
More silence.
Then—laughter.
A long, drawn-out, absolutely delighted laughter.
"Ohhh," Frost Eye wheezed. "Oh, this is amazing. The flat-chested terror, the absolute menace, coming to me for help? This is historic!"
Mack took another step behind the tree. Mist's patience had limits, and they were already fraying.
"I'm not asking," Cute Mist gritted out. "I'm telling you."
Frost Eye's laughter finally died down, but the amusement in his voice remained.
"You're serious."
"Yes."
"You—" He let out a breath, almost in disbelief. "You want to live in my house?"
"Yes."
Frost Eye paused. Then he muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" Mist demanded.
"I was just checking if I'd died and gone to heaven," Frost Eye said. "Because this? This is a dream come true."
Mack turned his face away to hide his grin.
"I will kill you in your sleep," Cute Mist growled.
Frost Eye sighed dramatically. "And yet, you'll still be living under my roof. How tragic."
Mist gritted her teeth. "So are you giving me a place or not?"
Frost Eye hummed, pretending to think. "Hmm. I don't know. What's in it for me?"
Mack whispered a quiet prayer.
And then Mist, voice dangerously low, said—
"I won't punch you the moment I arrive."
A beat of silence.
"…You have yourself a deal."
Frost Eye's laughter died abruptly.
Silence stretched across the call, thick and heavy.
Mack, still peeking from behind the tree, felt the shift immediately.
"…What did you just say?" Frost Eye's voice was no longer amused—it was sharp, measured.
Cute Mist, however, only smiled. "Oh?" she said, tilting her head innocently. "You didn't hear me? I said…" Her voice softened to a playful, almost sing-song tone. "I know about your private warehouse."
Mack's eyes widened. He wasn't sure what that meant, but judging by the sudden silence on Frost Eye's end, it was big.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, Frost Eye let out a slow breath. "You little gremlin."
Mist's smirk sharpened. "I prefer genius mastermind."
Another silence.
Mack felt the tension like a loaded crossbow, the quiet calculation happening on Frost Eye's end, the silent victory on Mist's.
And then—
DING!
> [New Message from Frost Eye: Address Attached]
Mack blinked. "That was fast."
Mist hummed in satisfaction, swiping away the notification. "Nice doing business with you."
Frost Eye's voice crackled back over the line, his usual smooth arrogance replaced with irritation. "I hate you."
"Aww." Mist clasped her hands together mockingly. "You say the sweetest things."
Mack, still trying to process everything, finally stepped out from behind the tree. "Okay, I have so many questions."
Mist stretched, looking far too pleased with herself. "And I have zero answers."
Mack shook his head, exhaling. "You terrify me sometimes."
Mist shrugged. "It's a gift."
Mack glanced at the address Frost Eye sent and let out a low whistle. "Damn. Prime real estate. Must be nice having blackmail on a rich guy."
Mist smirked. "It is nice. Now, let's go. I have a new home to move into."
And just like that, the deal was sealed.