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.

to see

actions, I

was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read

his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a stupid client was so easy

let him be for now,

as I enjoyed watching his

much are you planning

I can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around

"..."

was already starting to shed tears beneath his

small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

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

such a meager amount, even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at most be in

him if you were only planning on

[Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself

you have the money

have about 10,000

when

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one thing

He was a villain.

that loved to

I barely managed to

may have gone a bit overboard, but I really

chair, smallsnake sat down while holding

plann-ing on mak-ing

he tried his best to regain

go to

-Klang!

smallsnake could vividly see his life flash before his

done

my body around, I could barely keep my laughter in

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of

I had ever seen in my

composure, but his

resembled a black company employee who had resigned himself

his lifeless expression, I slightly

main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills, but rather

was the type of person that took

would always try to

that could keep

to a chair and

reliable of a person

on the specifics of the deal. You just

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

in no position

I still

switched back into his business

do you require from

need a

you weren't joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

head, I continued explaining

go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult. What I need your help with is

piece

around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse,

consider the conditions at which the corpse is

an F rank monster core, you can very easily sell

he slowly formulated a plan for me.

50,000 U you are planning to invest,

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

me the paper in which he had calculated the possible

things you

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