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.

bummer to see

smallsnake's subtle actions, I

was wearing a mask, his expressions could

way he flinched when he heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at

let him be for now,

to myself as I enjoyed watching

how much are you planning on

I have about 10,000 U I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that

"..."

starting to shed

of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich

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

the point of commissioning him if you were only

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

have the money with you

only have about

so when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make hard-working employees like him

smallsnake's drooping figure, I barely managed to hold back my

gone a bit overboard, but I really

sat down while holding his head

you plann-ing on

weakly said as he tried his best to regain

gonna go

-Klang!

his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

I done to deserve

my body around, I could

a consequence

I had

hour for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his

a black company employee who

lifeless

competent, the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but rather his devotion to the

type of person that took

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

someone that could keep his

chair and endlessly tortured, his

was how reliable of a person

on the specifics of the deal. You just have

for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and

I'm in no position to talk

I still need your

me, smallsnake switched back into

service do

need a monster

weren't joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

my head, I continued

I'm only going to go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help

a piece of paper, and started

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

which the corpse is presented the payment

an F rank monster core,

standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me, you wanted to at least invest

of the 50,000 U you are planning to invest, you would approximately need

in an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters,

smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to do

you need to do to raise that much