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

actions, I couldn't help

expressions could be read like an open

how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a stupid client

for now,

I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

how much are you

invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that

"..."

to shed tears beneath

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that

somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would

was the point of commissioning him if you were only

rules,

do you have the money with you

have about

when

make enough

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce one thing

He was a villain.

to make hard-working employees

drooping figure, I barely managed to hold back

have gone a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed

sat

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing

as he tried his best

I'm gonna go

-Klang!

from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life flash before

done to

body around, I could barely keep my

as a consequence of me trying to

probably the funniest reaction I

regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry from when I had just

employee who had resigned himself to

at his lifeless expression,

very competent, the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding

person that

accepted, he would always

was someone that

to a chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth would

reliable of

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have to

a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came

I'm in no position to talk

still need

switched back into

service do you require from

need a monster

weren't joking when you mentioned the word

head, I continued explaining my

dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help with is with

head smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and

U per normal monster

the conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment

F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for 100,000

slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me, you wanted to

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

want to earn that much in an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an

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

a simple layout of the things you need to do to