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

actions, I couldn't

was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like

he flinched when he heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a

be for now, he'll

thought to myself as I enjoyed

are

on investing at least

"..."

was already starting to shed tears beneath

small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some

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

point of commissioning him if you were only planning

Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned

you have the money with you

have about 10,000

so when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

deduce one

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working

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

may have gone a bit overboard, but

walking towards his chair, smallsnake sat down while

a-re you plann-ing on

as he tried his best to regain

go

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see

have I done

could barely keep

started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence

funniest reaction I

his

black company employee who had resigned

at his lifeless

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

person that took every

would always try to accomplish it the best way

was someone that could keep his mouth

to a chair and endlessly tortured, his

was how reliable of a person

on the specifics of the deal. You

of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms

no

I still need your

smallsnake switched back into his

other service do you require

a monster

you weren't joking when

my head, I continued explaining my

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

smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started

1,000 U per

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

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

quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me.

you have 10,000 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, 8 bosses, or find an F rank core, which would leave plenty left

me the paper in which he had calculated the possible things I

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