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

subtle actions, I couldn't

his expressions could

flinched when he heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the

him be for now,

to myself as I enjoyed

are you planning on

on investing at least five

"..."

starting to shed tears beneath

kind of small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich

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

of commissioning him if you

of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself

you have the money

have about

when will you

make

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

was able to deduce one thing about the identity of

He was a villain.

villain that loved to

barely

a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

towards his chair, smallsnake sat down while holding his

you plann-ing on

said as he tried his best to regain his

go to a dungeon

-Klang!

smallsnake could vividly see his life flash

done

around, I could barely keep my

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back

I had ever seen in my

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

employee who had

his lifeless

propelled me into contacting him was

was the type of person that took every

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

he was someone that could keep his

was tied down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his

was how reliable of a person

on the specifics of the deal. You just

for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to

in no position to

still need your

at me, smallsnake switched back into his business

do

need a

guess you weren't joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

I continued explaining

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 corpses which I will bring back

piece of paper, and started

the current market rate is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000 U

the corpse is presented the payment

F rank monster

his head towards where I was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a

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

you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank core, which would leave plenty

handed me the paper in which he

is a simple layout of the things you need