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.

see his first client lose so much

smallsnake's subtle actions, I

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could be

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

now, he'll eventually thank me

thought to myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are

I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five

"..."

to shed tears

of small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid

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

the point of commissioning him if you were only planning

himself of the [Lost Reapers] rules,

do you have

have about

when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce

He was a villain.

that loved to make hard-working

figure, I barely managed to hold back

may have gone a bit overboard, but I really

sat down while holding

plann-ing

he tried

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

smallsnake could vividly see his life flash before his

have I done

could barely keep my

a consequence

funniest reaction I had

smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a

who had resigned himself to

his lifeless expression,

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

the type of person

the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the best way he

that could

down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his

of a person

specifics of the deal. You just

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

I'm in no

still need your

smallsnake switched back into his

other service do you

a monster corpse

weren't joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

my head, I continued explaining my

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

a piece of

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

conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment can

by some crazy chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for

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

10,000 of the 50,000 U you are

you 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

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

of the things you need