The Author's POV

Chapter 22

"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.

just a bummer to see

smallsnake's subtle actions, I couldn't help

expressions could be read like

and how his shoulders dropped

be for now, he'll eventually thank me

myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are you

I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So

"..."

to shed tears beneath

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

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

if you somehow predicted correctly, the

if you were only

[Lost Reapers] rules,

do you have the money with

have about 10,000 U with

so when will you

I make

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one thing about the identity of

He was a villain.

that loved to

drooping figure, I barely

bit overboard, but I really

sat down while

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing

said as he tried

go

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly

have I done

around, I could barely

uncontrollably as a consequence of me

reaction I had

his current

company employee who had resigned himself

lifeless

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

of person that took every

he would always try to accomplish

he was someone that

he was tied down to a chair and

of a person

specifics of the deal. You just have

smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with my

I'm in no

I still

me, smallsnake switched back

other service do

a monster corpse

when you mentioned the word

head, I

be too difficult. What I need your help with is with handling the corpses which

piece of paper,

current market rate is around 1,000 U

consider the conditions at which the

you managed to acquire an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for 100,000

mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan

you have 10,000 of the 50,000 U you are planning to

40 F-rank monsters, 8

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

layout of the things you need

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