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.

were essentially individuals or an organization which specialized in sharing

information, the higher the price for the

my case, as I was the author, I

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

I knew, I was easily able to gain access to the black

I do have to

experience was extremely

not been the only method I could have used to gain access to dungeons,

a dungeon wasn't the only reason why I headed to the

There was another reason.

in urgent need of

I would stupidly short C.B. and buy a bunch of W.V. stock without hiding my

be the one

me if

creeper was officially identified as the killer, the main culprit could be someone else, as at the end of the day silent creeper could've just been hired to do

was the true mastermind behind this, not Silent creeper, and

and W.V. could result

why I

without asking any questions regarding who I was and why

filled with both villains and heroes, the brokers were used

since I didn't

once again boast about the fact that I was the author of the novel, know the right

"We're here"

-Klang!

similarly large metal door to the one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and allowed me to

I

someone would've expected

market would be, you would instantly think of

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

who were selling their goods in their respective stalls were neatly lined up in rows

masks to

ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping

allowing for

the best-looking black market you

like this since I wanted to spice things up

then, this

guess words weren't enough to

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

to artifacts, all sorts of products that I urgently needed were being displayed right

willpower to stop myself

now I had a goal to

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

with my head down,

had passed, a black hooded individual sat next to me, to which I

we the [Lost Reapers] be of service

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

slight pause in our conversation after I directly mentioned

features of the individual who I was talking to, I could

because I requested a big individual, but rather, an

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

what you

that was

was until

was very understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble

character until the later half of the

a couple of times before forming some sort

to quickly see how