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 first client

I couldn't help

he was wearing a mask, his expressions could be read

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

for now, he'll

I enjoyed

much are you

can invest, but I'm planning on investing at least five times that. So around 50,000 U? Maybe less? Who knows, around that

"..."

to shed tears beneath

small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

this, smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some second-generation

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

of commissioning him if you were only

Reapers] rules, smallsnake

have

have about 10,000 U with

so when will

make enough

"Pardon?"

make

"..."

able to deduce one thing about

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees

I barely managed to hold

have gone a bit overboard, but I really

chair, smallsnake sat down

you plann-ing on

as he tried his

go to

-Klang!

chair, smallsnake could vividly

have I done to deserve

I could barely

uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back my

the funniest reaction I

hour for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor

black company employee who had resigned himself

at his lifeless

into contacting him was not his outstanding set of

person that took every job

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

that

he was tied down to a chair and endlessly tortured, his mouth

reliable of a person he

dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have to trust

couple of seconds, smallsnake sighed and finally came to terms with

no

still need your

me, smallsnake switched back into his

do you require

a monster

guess you weren't joking when you mentioned

head, I continued explaining my

be safe. Moreover, I'm only going to go to an F rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult.

piece of paper, and started scribbling

the current market rate is around 1,000 U per normal monster corpse, and

consider the conditions at which the corpse is presented

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

quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me. "From what you've told me, you wanted

U you are planning to

either kill 40 F-rank monsters, 8 bosses, or find an F rank core, which would leave plenty left

in which he had calculated the possible things

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