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.

a bummer to see

I couldn't help but

a mask, his expressions could be read like

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

be for now, he'll eventually thank me

thought to myself as I

much are you planning on

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

"..."

was already starting to

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that loved throwing

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

him if you

of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the harsh

you have the money with

I only have about 10,000

when

make

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

point on, smallsnake was able to deduce one thing

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make hard-working employees like him

barely managed to hold back my

overboard, but I really enjoyed

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

plann-ing

weakly said as he tried his best to regain

gonna go to

-Klang!

from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

I done to

could barely keep my

as a consequence of me trying to hold

probably the funniest reaction I had ever

but his

a black company employee who had resigned himself to his

his lifeless

main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but

the type of person that took

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

he was someone that could keep his mouth

a chair and

how reliable of a

on the specifics of the deal. You

a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and

in no position to talk

still need your

at me, smallsnake switched back

do you

need a

I guess you weren't joking when you mentioned the

head, I continued explaining my

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

smallsnake took out a piece of

current market rate is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000 U for

conditions at which the corpse is presented

acquire an F rank monster core,

quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told

you have 10,000 of the 50,000 U you are planning to invest,

an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or

he had calculated the possible things I

is a simple layout of the things you need to do