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.

just a bummer to see his first client lose so much

I

his expressions could

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

for now,

thought to myself as I enjoyed watching his crestfallen

much are you planning

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

"..."

starting to shed tears beneath his

kind of small-time investment

10,000 U? 50,000U?

wasn't some second-generation

a meager amount, even if you somehow predicted correctly, the amount you would make would at most be in the triple

the point of commissioning him if

rules, smallsnake resigned himself to the

so do you have the money with

about 10,000 U with

so when will you

I make enough

"Pardon?"

I make

"..."

was able to deduce one thing about the identity

He was a villain.

villain that loved to make hard-working employees like

figure, I barely

overboard,

chair, smallsnake sat down while

a-re you plann-ing on mak-ing the

said as he tried his best to

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

from his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

done to

around, I could

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back

funniest reaction I

for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his

who had resigned himself to his

at his lifeless expression, I slightly

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

the type of person that took

no matter how absurd the request was, once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the best way he possibly

someone that could keep

if he was tied down to a chair and endlessly tortured,

of a person

not dwell on the specifics of the deal. You

smallsnake sighed

I'm in no position

still

me, smallsnake switched back into his

do you require from

a monster corpse

guess you weren't joking when you mentioned the

my head, I continued

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

a piece of paper, and started

dungeon...hmm, the current market rate is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and 5,000 U

consider the conditions at which the corpse is presented the payment

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

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

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

40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F

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

the things you need