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 client lose so

actions, I couldn't help

he was wearing a mask, his expressions

and how his shoulders dropped at

for now, he'll eventually thank me

as I enjoyed watching

are you planning

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

"..."

already starting to shed tears beneath his

kind of small-time investment was

10,000 U? 50,000U?

this, smallsnake could confirm that he wasn't some

you somehow predicted correctly, the amount

commissioning him if you were only planning on

himself of the [Lost Reapers] rules, smallsnake resigned himself

do you have the money

I only have about

when will you

make enough

"Pardon?"

I make more

"..."

on, smallsnake was able to deduce one

He was a villain.

loved to make hard-working employees like him

I barely

gone a bit overboard, but I really

chair, smallsnake sat down while holding his head in

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

said as he tried his

go to

-Klang!

his chair, smallsnake could vividly

done to deserve

could barely

uncontrollably as a consequence of me trying to hold back my

I had ever seen in my

his current demeanor was

black company employee who had resigned himself

his lifeless expression, I

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

was the type of person

was, once accepted, he would

was someone that could keep

a chair

was how reliable of a person

let's not dwell on the specifics of the deal. You just have

seconds, smallsnake sighed

in no position to

I still need

glancing at me, smallsnake switched back into

other service do you require from

a monster corpse

weren't joking when you mentioned the word dungeon

I continued explaining my

rank dungeon which shouldn't be too difficult.

out a piece of paper, and started

rate is around 1,000 U

at which the

F rank monster core, you can very easily sell that for 100,000

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 at least

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

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

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

the things you need to do to raise that