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.

was just a bummer to see his first

I couldn't

wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like an open

heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at

now, he'll

as I enjoyed

are

10,000 U I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around

"..."

was already starting to shed tears

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich

even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would

the point of commissioning him if

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the

do you have the money with you

only have about 10,000

when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

smallsnake was able to deduce one thing

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make hard-working employees like him

figure, I barely managed to

bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

walking towards his chair, smallsnake sat down while holding his head

a-re you plann-ing

tried his best to

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

his chair, smallsnake could vividly

have I done to deserve

body around, I could barely keep

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

I

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

black company employee who had

lifeless

me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but rather his

of person

he would always try

was someone that could

if he was tied down to a chair and

was how reliable of a person

specifics of the deal. You just have to trust

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

in no position

I still need your

smallsnake switched back into his business

other service do you require from

a monster corpse

you weren't joking when you

I

I'm only going to go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I

smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling on

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

which the corpse is presented

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

was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've

U you are planning to invest, you

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

his brows underneath his mask, smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to do

simple layout of the things you