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.

just a bummer to see his first

actions, I couldn't help but

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could

about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a stupid client was so easy to

be for now, he'll

I enjoyed watching his

much are

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

"..."

to shed tears

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich

amount, even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would

point of commissioning him if

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake

you have the

I only have about 10,000 U with

when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

I make more

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the identity of

He was a villain.

that loved to make hard-working employees

drooping figure, I barely managed

bit overboard, but I really enjoyed

chair, smallsnake sat down while holding his head in

you plann-ing on mak-ing

tried

go to a dungeon

-Klang!

could vividly see his

I done

my body around, I could barely keep my laughter

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

probably the funniest reaction I

to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry from when

black company employee who had

at his lifeless expression, I

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

the type of person

he would always try to accomplish it the best way

he was someone that could keep his mouth

if he was tied down to a chair and endlessly

of a person

of the deal. You just have to trust

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

no

I still need

smallsnake switched back

do you require

need a monster

weren't joking when you

my head, I continued explaining my

worry, I'll probably be safe. Moreover, I'm only going to go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help with is with handling the corpses which I will

took out a piece

dungeon...hmm, the current market rate is around 1,000 U

you consider the conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment can

monster core, you can very easily sell that for

his head towards where I was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan

50,000 U you are planning to

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

paper in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to do in order to raise

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