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.

to see his first client lose

I

wearing a mask, his expressions could

shoulders dropped at the realization

be for now, he'll eventually thank

to myself as I

much are you

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

"..."

to shed

of small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that

the amount you would make would at most

point of commissioning him if you were only

rules, smallsnake resigned himself to

so do you have

about

when will

I make enough

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

to make hard-working employees like him

drooping figure, I barely

overboard, but

smallsnake sat down while holding his head in

plann-ing on

he tried his best

go to

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life flash

I done

could barely keep my laughter in

uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold

was probably the funniest reaction I had ever

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

company employee who had resigned himself to

lifeless expression, I slightly

competent, the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but

was the type of person that took

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

was someone that could keep his mouth

chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth would never

of a

let's not dwell on the specifics of the

of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with my absurd financial

in no position

I still

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back into his business

do

a

weren't joking when you mentioned the word

my head, I continued explaining

dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help

piece of paper, and

current market rate is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000 U

the

rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for

formulated a plan for me. "From what you've

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

F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank

which he had

is a simple layout of the things you need to do to raise that much