"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.

see his first client lose so

subtle actions, I couldn't

was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like

dropped at the realization that he was dealing with a stupid client was

let him be for now,

I enjoyed

much are you

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

"..."

to

small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

this, smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some second-generation rich kid that loved throwing away

even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount

the point of commissioning him if you were only

Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the harsh

do you have

I only have about 10,000

when will

make enough

"Pardon?"

I make more

"..."

point on, smallsnake was able to deduce

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees like him

barely managed to

a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed

towards his chair, smallsnake sat

you plann-ing

tried

gonna go

-Klang!

from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see

done

body around, I could barely

as a consequence

reaction I had ever seen in

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

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

person

once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it

he was someone that could keep his mouth

down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his

how reliable of a person he

let's not dwell on the specifics of

me for a couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with my absurd

in no

still need your

switched back into his

service do you require from

a monster

joking when you mentioned the word

I continued explaining my

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

took out a piece of

1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000

you consider the conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment

some crazy chance you managed to acquire an F rank monster core,

slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me, you wanted to

10,000 of the 50,000 U you

must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank

in which he had calculated the possible things I needed to do

the things you need

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