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.

see his first client lose

I couldn't

his expressions could

he flinched when he heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a stupid

now, he'll eventually thank

thought to myself as I

much are

planning on investing at least

"..."

to shed tears

of small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

some second-generation rich kid that loved throwing

somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at

the point of commissioning him if you were only planning on investing

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake

so do you have the money with you

have about

when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one

He was a villain.

to make

I barely managed to hold

a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

walking towards his chair, smallsnake sat

you plann-ing on mak-ing

as he tried his best to regain his

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see

have I done to

I could barely keep my

whole body started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to

reaction I had

a solid hour for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far

black company employee who had

lifeless expression, I

competent, the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding

the type of person that

he would always try to accomplish it the best

that could keep his

down to a chair and endlessly tortured,

reliable of a

the specifics of the deal. You just have to trust

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

in no position

I still need

switched back into his

do you require from

a monster

weren't joking when you mentioned the

my head, I continued explaining my

too difficult. What I need your help with is with handling the

piece of paper, and started

is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000 U for boss

conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment

rank monster core, you can very

he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me,

you are planning to invest, you would approximately need 40,000

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

mask, smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated the possible things I

of the things you need to do