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 his first client lose so much

subtle actions, I couldn't help but

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could be

heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that

be for now, he'll eventually

as I enjoyed watching his

are you

at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that

"..."

was already starting to shed tears beneath his

small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some

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

the point of commissioning him if

of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake

have the money with you

only have about 10,000 U with

so when will you

I make enough

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

was able to deduce one thing about

He was a villain.

that loved to

drooping figure, I barely managed to

have gone a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed

towards his chair, smallsnake sat

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing

weakly said as he tried

gonna go

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

I done to deserve

body around, I could barely keep my laughter

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back

reaction I had ever seen

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

employee who had resigned himself to his

lifeless

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

person that took every

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

was someone that could

was tied down to a chair and

how reliable of a person he

of the deal. You

smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with my absurd

in no

I still

me, smallsnake switched back

other service do you require

need a monster

when you mentioned the word

my head, I

too difficult. What I need your help with is with handling the

out a piece of paper, and started

U per normal monster corpse, and

which the

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

was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for

you are planning to invest,

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

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

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