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

actions, I

his expressions

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

let him be for now,

to myself as I enjoyed watching his

how much are you planning

planning on investing at least five times

"..."

to shed tears beneath

kind of small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

some second-generation rich kid that loved throwing away

amount, even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at most be

him if you were only planning on investing so

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the

you have the money with you

only have about

when will

make enough

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

was able to deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees

figure, I barely managed to

gone a bit overboard,

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

a-re you plann-ing on

said as he tried his

gonna go to

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly

have I done to deserve

could barely keep my

as a consequence

I had ever seen in

but his current demeanor was a far cry from when

resembled a black company employee who had

lifeless

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

was the type of person that took every job

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

that could

chair

reliable of a person he

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You

couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally

no position to

still need

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back into his business

do

need a monster

weren't joking when

my head, I continued explaining my

rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help with is with handling the

out a piece of paper, and

the current market rate is around 1,000 U per

which the corpse

managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that

slowly formulated a plan for me.

U you are

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

which he had calculated the possible things I needed

of the things you