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.

was just a bummer to see his first client lose so

smallsnake's subtle actions, I couldn't help

mask, his expressions could be read like an open

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

now, he'll eventually thank

I

much are you planning

now 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?

"..."

already starting to

of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

that he wasn't some second-generation

the amount you would make would at most be

was the point of commissioning him if you

the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to

you have the money with you

only have about 10,000 U with

so when will

I make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

deduce one thing about

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees

figure, I barely managed to hold

overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

chair, smallsnake sat down while holding

plann-ing

tried his

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

vividly

have I done to

I could barely keep my laughter in

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of

probably the funniest reaction I had ever seen

but his current demeanor was a

who had resigned himself to his

at his lifeless expression, I

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

was the type of person

request was, once accepted, he would always

was someone that could

chair and endlessly tortured, his

of a person he

let's not dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have to

couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally

I'm in no

I still need your

smallsnake switched back

service do you require from

a

joking when you mentioned the word

I continued explaining

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

took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling on

rate is around 1,000 U

conditions at which the corpse is presented

by some crazy chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for 100,000 U depending on

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

you are planning to invest,

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

the paper in which he had calculated

of the things you need to do to raise that much