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 his first client lose

smallsnake's subtle actions, I couldn't

a mask, his expressions could be read like

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

for now,

myself as I enjoyed watching his

much are you

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

"..."

already starting to shed tears

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

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

you somehow predicted correctly, the amount

him if you

of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the harsh

so do you have the

have about

when

I make enough I

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

black-hearted villain that loved to

barely managed to

overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

chair, smallsnake sat

plann-ing

tried

go to

-Klang!

vividly see his life

have I done to deserve

my body around, I could barely keep my

uncontrollably as a consequence of me

reaction I had ever

smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far cry from when I

who had resigned himself

lifeless expression, I slightly

me into contacting him was

the type of person

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

was someone that could keep his

was tied down to a chair and endlessly

of a person he

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have

for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally

no position

still

switched

do you

need a monster corpse

weren't joking when you mentioned the word

I continued explaining

too difficult. What I need your

piece of paper, and

around 1,000 U per

at which the corpse is presented

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

raced as he slowly formulated a

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

earn 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

he had calculated the possible

things you need to do to raise

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