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.

a bummer to see his

actions, I couldn't help but

a mask, his expressions could

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

for now,

to myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are you

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

"..."

starting to shed tears beneath

kind of small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

wasn't some second-generation

predicted correctly, the amount

him if you were only

rules,

you have the money

have about

so when will

I make enough

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

deduce one thing about the identity of his

He was a villain.

that loved to

figure, I barely managed to

a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

his chair, smallsnake sat down

you plann-ing on mak-ing the

tried his best to regain his

gonna go to

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly see

I done to

my body around, I could barely keep my laughter

body started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back my

probably the funniest reaction I had ever seen in

to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a

resembled a black company employee who had

lifeless expression, I slightly

me into contacting him

the type of person that took every job

how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try

he was someone that could keep his

down to a chair and endlessly

how reliable of a person he

dwell on the specifics of

smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with

in no position to talk

still

at me, smallsnake switched back

do you

a monster

joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

my head, 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

his head smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling

the current market rate is around 1,000 U per

which the corpse is presented

acquire an F rank monster

as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me, you wanted to at least invest

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

rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses,

he had calculated the possible things

layout of the things you need to do to raise that much