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 client lose

I

a mask, his expressions could be read like an

his shoulders dropped

him be for now, he'll eventually thank me

to myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are

10,000 U I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around

"..."

was already starting to shed

of small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation

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

of commissioning him if you were only planning

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

have the money

have about 10,000 U with

so when

I make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

smallsnake was able to deduce one

He was a villain.

black-hearted villain that loved to make

barely

overboard, but I really

sat

you plann-ing

as he tried

go to a

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

I done to

around, I could barely keep my

body started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying

I

for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current

employee who had resigned himself to his

his lifeless expression, I

contacting him was not

person that took every job

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

he was someone that could keep his

a chair and endlessly

reliable of a person he

specifics of the deal. You just have to trust

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

I'm in no position

still need

me, smallsnake switched back

other service do you require from

a monster

you weren't joking when you mentioned

head, I

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 bring back from the

smallsnake took out a piece

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

conditions at which the corpse is

some crazy chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you

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

that you have 10,000 of the 50,000 U you

must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F

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

of the things you