The Author's POV

"Everything is starting to make sense now..."

Hearing Ren's investment plan, smallsnake's face couldn't help but scrunch up in frustration.

It was nothing short of idiotic.

He was also beginning to doubt the reason as to why he was chosen.

At first, he thought it may have been because he had somehow heard about his outstanding talent, but now he was starting to believe it was because no other broker wanted to work with him!

Shorting C.B pharmaceuticals, a behemoth in the pharmaceutical industry, and investing in W.V stock?

From a sane person's point of view, this was an investment that had no basis to back up its claim.

With C.B.'s current performance, the stock was expected to rise even further.

Moreover, with his connections, he could tell beforehand if something was going on within the company.

But there were no signs of abnormality within C.B., suggesting that this was an investment that had no foundation behind it.

What was even more confusing was the fact that he needed to employ the service of a black market broker for this kind of deal.

Black market brokers were hired when one wanted to hide their identity from the prying eyes of the world when making an investment.

This was usually done so that the client could avoid government agents' pursuit.

But that was only applicable to criminals.

'Is he perhaps going to kill someone important?'

Smallsnake thought as he stared at his employer up and down.

He firmly doubted it.

Judging from his demeanor and strength, he was in no way a rich second-generation kid, plus he roughly estimated that his contractor's strength was around G-F rank.

There was simply no way he could kill anyone important enough to warner a stock fluctuation. Not with his meager amount of strength.

'Was he perhaps trying to hide his identity because he's too embarrassed to publicly go through with his own deal?'

Smallsnake thought as he bitterly shook his head.

From what he could tell, this was probably the most plausible hypothesis he could come up with.

I mean, no matter how smallsnake looked at it, his client was neither some bigshot nor someone strong enough to assassinate an important figure.

What irked him the most about this deal was how confident his employer was. His demeanor was like that of someone who was sure to make money out of this nonsensical deal.

Was he delusional?

No matter how smallsnake looked at it, this deal was simply stupid.

Yet, deep within his heart, maybe just maybe, he hoped for his client to be right.

'Well, who knows, maybe he'll really be right...'

Smallsnake thought as he couldn't help but lightly chuckle at the almost impossible scenario.

Rather than just question, it was better to just perform as the client wished.

Sometimes you just might be in for a surprise.

Moreover, the main policies employed by all [Lost Reapers] employees were:

- Never ask questions about client identity

- Never ask questions about client action

Therefore, even if he wanted to convince his client against doing such investment, he couldn't as it was [Lost Reapers] policy to not question the client's decision.

Letting out a sigh underneath his mask, smallsnake quickly went through his terms and signed it.

At least he was getting paid for his work.

a bummer to see

subtle actions, I couldn't help

wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like an

the way he flinched when he heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was

now, he'll eventually

thought to myself as I

much are

U I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that range

"..."

already starting to shed

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

wasn't some second-generation rich

meager amount, even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would

commissioning him if you were

rules, smallsnake resigned

so do you have the money with you

only have about 10,000

when will

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the identity

He was a villain.

loved to

barely managed to

overboard, but I really

chair, smallsnake sat down while holding

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing

weakly said as he tried his best to

I'm gonna go to

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his

done

around, I could barely

uncontrollably as a consequence

was probably the funniest reaction I had ever

composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry

a black company employee who had resigned himself to

at his lifeless expression, I

contacting him was not

of person that took

matter how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the

that

if he was tied down to a chair

of

let's not dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have to

for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with

no position to talk

still

switched back into his business

other service do you require from

need a monster corpse

you weren't joking when you mentioned the

head, I continued explaining my

go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help with

a piece of paper, and started scribbling

market rate is around 1,000 U per normal

at which the corpse is presented

managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for 100,000 U depending

mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a

that you have 10,000 of the 50,000 U you are planning to invest,

then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank core, which would leave

in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to

you need to do to