The Author's POV

Chapter 22

"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 client

I couldn't help

expressions

shoulders dropped at the realization that he was

him be for now, he'll eventually thank

myself as I

are you planning

at least five times that. So

"..."

to

small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some

the amount you would make would at most be

of commissioning him if you

Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned

do you have the money with

about

so when

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees like

barely managed to hold

gone a bit overboard, but I

smallsnake sat down while holding his head in

you plann-ing on

he tried his best to regain

gonna go to a

-Klang!

from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life flash

have I done to

my body around, I could

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

the funniest reaction I

composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry

resembled a black company employee who had resigned himself to

lifeless expression,

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

of person that took every

no matter how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it

that could keep

down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth would never

how reliable of

specifics of

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

no position to talk

I still

switched back

do you require

need a monster corpse

you weren't joking when

head, I

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

smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling

U per normal monster

you consider the conditions at which the corpse is

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

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

U you are planning to invest,

you must either kill 40

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

the things you

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