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

smallsnake's subtle actions, I couldn't help

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could be

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

him be for now, he'll eventually

to myself as I enjoyed

much are you

on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that range

"..."

to shed tears

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some

correctly, the

point of commissioning him if you were only planning

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned

so do you have the

about 10,000 U

so when will

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make hard-working employees like

figure, I barely managed to hold back

have gone a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

towards his chair, smallsnake sat down while

plann-ing on mak-ing

as he tried his

I'm gonna go to a dungeon

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly see his

I done

I could barely keep my laughter

uncontrollably as a consequence

I

composure, but his current demeanor was

who had resigned himself to

lifeless expression, I

into contacting him was not his outstanding set of

of person that took every job

no matter how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always

someone that

he was tied down to a chair and endlessly tortured,

how reliable of a

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just

sighed and

in no position to

I still

at me, smallsnake switched back into his

service do you

a monster corpse

weren't joking when

head, I

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 corpses which I will

a piece of paper, and

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

the corpse is presented the payment

chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell

slowly formulated a plan for me. "From

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

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

brows underneath his mask, smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated

you need to do to