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.

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I

his expressions could be read like an

his shoulders dropped at the realization that he was dealing with

him be for now,

as I enjoyed watching his

much are you planning

but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that

"..."

was already starting to shed

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

some second-generation rich kid that loved throwing

even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount

of commissioning him if you were only planning on investing

the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself

you have the

only have about 10,000 U

when will you

I make enough

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

was able to deduce

He was a villain.

to make

drooping figure, I barely managed to

a bit overboard, but

his chair, smallsnake sat

plann-ing

weakly said as he tried his best to regain

go to a

-Klang!

vividly see his life flash before

done to

I could barely keep my laughter

a consequence

I

his current demeanor was a far cry from when I had just

resembled a black company employee who had resigned himself to his

his lifeless expression, I

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

of person that took every

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

was someone that

a chair and endlessly tortured, his

of

not dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have to trust

couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came

in no position to

still need your

at me, smallsnake switched back

service do

a monster corpse

joking when you mentioned the

head, I

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

out a piece of

rate is around 1,000 U

conditions at which the corpse is

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

his head towards where I was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've

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

an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank core, which

paper in which he had calculated the possible things I needed

a simple layout of the things you