The Author's POV

Chapter 21

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.

or an organization

of information, the higher the price

in my case, as I was the author, I basically knew most of the things the information brokers

some serious cash, but that would probably be a stupid idea as it could lead to me getting attention and also potentially changing the plotline

able to gain access to the black

do

experience was extremely

have used

wasn't the only reason why I headed to

There was another reason.

was in urgent need of a

C.B. and buy a bunch of

would be the one guy who days before his

me if

as the killer, the main culprit could be someone else, as at the end of the day silent creeper could've

the attack was the true mastermind behind this, not Silent creeper, and the police already knew

C.B and W.V. could result

I

deal with my investments without asking

with both villains and heroes, the brokers were

since I didn't

that I was

"We're here"

-Klang!

two burly men stepped aside and allowed me to get a clear view

I describe

than what someone would've expected when

think of words like

expectations and reality often do mix up, and this black market looked exactly like

stalls were neatly

fact that all the customers were wearing masks to hide their identities, someone could've easily mistaken

opening appeared on the ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the

roads, allowing for a clearer

black market you

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

even then,

enough to

by the numerous stalls,

all sorts of products that

great deal of willpower to stop

I had a goal

secluded spot in the black market, I quickly went towards a rather inconspicuous-looking wooden bench

head down, I

minutes had passed, a black hooded individual sat next to me, to which I nodded my head

we the [Lost Reapers]

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

after I directly mentioned the name of the

I could vaguely feel

because I requested a big individual, but rather,

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

you

was capable

was until

very understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble remembering

unknown character until the later half of the

interacts with Kevin a couple of times before forming some sort

quickly see how capable of an individual

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