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 his

actions, I couldn't help

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like an

his shoulders dropped at the realization

for now,

myself as I enjoyed watching

are you planning on

investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe

"..."

starting to

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that

predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at

was the point of commissioning him if you were only planning

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to

so do you have the money with

I only have about

when will

I make

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the identity

He was a villain.

to make hard-working employees like

drooping figure, I barely managed to hold back my

have gone a bit overboard, but

his chair, smallsnake sat down while holding his

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing the

he tried

gonna go to a dungeon

-Klang!

down from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see

done to deserve

around, I could barely keep

whole body started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold

reaction I had

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

employee who had resigned himself

at his lifeless expression, I slightly

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

of person that took every

request was, once accepted, he would always

was someone that could

down to a chair and endlessly

was how reliable of a person

let's not dwell on the specifics of the deal.

a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally

no

I still

smallsnake switched

do you

a

I guess you weren't joking when you mentioned the

head, I continued

safe. Moreover, I'm only going to go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult.

smallsnake took out a piece of paper,

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

consider the conditions at which the corpse

crazy chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that

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

that you have 10,000 of the 50,000 U you are planning to invest, you would approximately need 40,000

kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or

mask, smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated the possible

you need