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

subtle actions, I couldn't

was wearing a mask, his expressions could be

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

let him be for now, he'll eventually thank

thought to myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

how much are you planning on

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

"..."

was already starting to shed tears

kind of small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

this, smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that loved

you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at most

of commissioning him if you were only planning

Reapers] rules,

so do you have the money

I only have about

when will you

I make enough

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

to deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make

figure, I barely managed to

overboard,

walking towards his chair, smallsnake sat down

a-re you plann-ing on

tried his best to regain

gonna go to a

-Klang!

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

have I done

I could barely keep my laughter in

as a consequence of me trying

I had ever

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

employee who had resigned himself to his

lifeless

me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but rather

person that took every job

no matter how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the best way

that could keep his

down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth would

reliable of a person he

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

at me for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with my

no position

I still need your

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back into

do you require

a monster corpse

I guess you weren't joking when you mentioned

I continued explaining

F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your

a piece of paper, and started scribbling

1,000 U per normal monster corpse,

at which the corpse is presented the payment can

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 its

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

the 50,000 U you are planning to invest, you

dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8

handed 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