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 client

smallsnake's subtle actions, I

a mask, his expressions could be

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

be for now, he'll eventually

to myself as I

how much are you

investing at least five times

"..."

starting to shed tears beneath

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

he wasn't some second-generation rich

the amount you would make would at most be in the triple

the point of commissioning him if you were only planning on investing

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to

you have the money with you

only have about 10,000 U with

when will you

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

was able to deduce one thing

He was a villain.

that loved to make hard-working employees like

figure, I barely managed to hold

gone a bit overboard, but I really

towards his chair, smallsnake sat down while holding

you plann-ing on

tried his best

gonna go to a dungeon

-Klang!

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

I done to deserve

I could barely

as a consequence of

reaction I had

took a solid hour for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry from when I had just met

who had

at his lifeless expression,

the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set

type of person that

how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the best way he

he was someone that could keep his

down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth would never

of a person

of the deal. You just have to trust

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

in no position to

still need

smallsnake switched back

service do you require from

need a monster corpse

when

head, I continued explaining

rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What

smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started

is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse,

the

if 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

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

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

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

me the paper in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to do in

things you need to do to raise that much