The Author's POV

Late night, Friday.

"hmm...I never would've predicted finding myself in such a place only a week after reincarnating into this world"

The black market.

The place that resembled the demon world the most in the human domain.

A world separate from where laws and morals exist, and the only place where Villains and Heroes could co-exist.

That was where I was currently at.

Taking the air train all the way to the outer edge of Ashon city, I quickly dropped off on the second last stop and headed towards an obscure location.

Making sure the mask I was wearing was tightly secured, I found myself in front of a large metal door.

When entering the black market, wearing a mask was compulsory so that each guest could keep their identity hidden.

On the off-chance that government agents managed to infiltrate the black market, they wouldn't be able to track you down.

-Bam! -Bam! -Bam!

Knocking on the door three times, I patiently waited.

-Klang!

Shortly after, two burly individuals wearing neat suits emerged from behind the door and scanned my body a couple of times. Feeling their gaze on me, my back started to drench in a cold sweat.

'Their individual rank is definitely C or higher'

I thought as I felt the immense pressure oozing out from their body.

Turning his head towards the individual to the left, the burly individual on the right nodded and spoke with a deep voice.

"What might you be here for?"

"I heard from a passing bird that you were looking for volunteers"

"We are indeed looking for a volunteer, which job are you looking to volunteer for?"

"I heard that you guys needed someone to paint your walls"

"We only have four paints, blue, black, pink and white. Which one do you think would be the most adequate for our walls?"

"Although I may have not seen what you needed to paint, I believe blue would look best in anything."

Turning their faces to face each other, the two burly individuals nodded to each other and signaled for me to enter.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I followed the two of them along a dark and narrow passage.

There were two ways for an individual to enter the black market.

One was through a recommendation letter given by a higher-up in the black market, or two by knowing the secret code.

The secret code was split into three different segments. Where each new segment was a continuation of the previous one.

In my case, the first segment was "What might you be here for?" for which the word "volunteer" was used to gain access to the next segment. This pattern repeats three times until the guards could confirm the authenticity of the guest who was trying to come in.

In this way, the chances of inspectors infiltrating into the black market diminished by a large margin.

Actually, this wasn't really necessary as inspectors were not actually against the idea of a black market.

Just as things have their disadvantages they also had their advantages.

Being the central hub for both Heroes and Villains, vital information could be gathered from information brokers which could, in turn, help government agents pry into some of the villain's plans.

brokers were essentially individuals or an organization which specialized in sharing information

of information, the higher the price

as I was the author, I basically knew most of the things the information

make some serious cash, but that would probably be a stupid idea as

that I knew, I was easily able to gain access to the black market, since

do

experience was extremely

method I could have used to gain access to dungeons, I would've never have come

the only reason why I

There was another reason.

was in urgent

C.B. and buy a bunch of W.V. stock without

month from now, the prime suspect would be the one guy who days before his death bets on C.B's

me if

else, as at the end of the day silent creeper could've

true mastermind behind this, not

W.V. could result

why I

investments without asking any questions regarding

with both villains and heroes, the brokers were used to situations

what I wanted since I didn't want

once again boast about the fact that I was the author

"We're here"

-Klang!

one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and allowed me to get a

should I

was a completely different scene than what someone would've expected when hearing the word 'black

black market would be, you would instantly think of words like

mix up, and this black market looked exactly like a

were selling their goods in their respective stalls were neatly lined

to hide their identities, someone could've easily

ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market,

to roads, allowing for a clearer view of the goods in the

best-looking black market you

designed the black market to be like this since I wanted to spice

even then, this

guess words weren't enough to describe

road and passing by the numerous stalls, I could see a wide variety of

all sorts of products that I urgently needed were being displayed right before

me a great deal of willpower to stop myself from

had a goal

the black market, I quickly went towards a

there with my head down, I patiently waited for

next to me, to which I

may we the [Lost Reapers] be of

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

after I directly mentioned the name of the broker

who I was talking to, I could vaguely feel that underneath the hood his brows were tightly knit in a

requested a big individual, but rather, an almost

many employees working in [Lost Reapers] it was hard to keep track of who

was what you

was capable yet

that was until

hooded figure to have trouble

was an unknown character until

with Kevin a couple of times before forming some sort of business relationship

quickly see how capable of