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.

bummer to see his

smallsnake's subtle actions, I couldn't help but

was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read like an open

heard about the deal, and how his shoulders dropped at the realization that he

for now, he'll eventually thank

I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are you planning

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

"..."

was already starting to

of small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

some second-generation

predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at most be in the

if you were

himself of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake

so do you have the money with you

have about

so when will

make enough I

"Pardon?"

make more

"..."

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

He was a villain.

black-hearted villain that loved to make hard-working employees like him

barely managed to hold back my

gone a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed teasing

his chair, smallsnake sat

you plann-ing on mak-ing

as he tried

I'm gonna go to a dungeon

-Klang!

vividly see his life

I done to

around, I could

started shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me

was probably the funniest reaction I had ever seen in my

but his current demeanor was a far cry from when

employee who had resigned himself to

at his lifeless expression, I slightly

that propelled me into contacting him was not his outstanding set of skills,

of person that took every job

absurd the request was, once accepted, he would

someone that

was tied down to a chair and

reliable of a

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You

sighed and finally came to terms

I'm in no position

still need

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back

other service do you

need a

you weren't joking when you mentioned the word

head, I

shouldn't be too

smallsnake took out a piece of paper, and started scribbling

1,000 U per normal monster corpse,

at which the corpse is presented the payment

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 told me, you wanted to

50,000 U you

want to earn that much in an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an

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

things you need to do to raise that much