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.

see his first

subtle actions, I couldn't

his expressions could be read like

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

let him be for now, he'll eventually thank

as I

much are you

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

"..."

to shed tears beneath

small-time

10,000 U? 50,000U?

wasn't some second-generation rich kid that loved

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

point of commissioning him if you were only planning on investing

Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself to

do you have the money with you

have about 10,000

so when will

I make

"Pardon?"

I make more

"..."

deduce one thing about the

He was a villain.

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

barely managed to hold

may have gone a bit overboard, but I really enjoyed

smallsnake sat

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

he tried his best to regain his

I'm gonna go to a

-Klang!

his chair, smallsnake could vividly see his life

done to

could barely keep

shaking uncontrollably as a consequence of me

was probably the funniest reaction I had ever

hour for smallsnake to regain his composure, but his current demeanor was a far

who had resigned

lifeless

very competent, the main reason that propelled me into contacting him was not

type of person that took every job

once accepted, he would always try to accomplish it the best way he possibly

he was someone that could keep his

chair and endlessly tortured, his

how reliable of

on the specifics of the deal. You just

smallsnake sighed and finally

I'm in no position

still need

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back into

do you require

need a monster

when you mentioned the word dungeon

my head, I continued explaining

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 corpses which I will

out a piece of

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

conditions at which the

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

I was standing, smallsnake mind quickly raced as he slowly formulated a plan for me.

you are planning to invest,

earn that much in an F rank dungeon then you must either kill 40

underneath his mask, smallsnake handed me the paper in which he had calculated the

layout of the things you need