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.

or an organization which specialized in sharing

type of information, the higher the price for

the author, I basically knew most of the

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

access to the black market, since I

I do have to

was extremely

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

wasn't the only reason why

There was another reason.

urgent

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

dies a month from now, the prime suspect would be the one guy who days before his

me if that's not

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 the

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

C.B and W.V. could result in my own

why I

my investments without asking any questions regarding who I was and why I was doing

villains and heroes, the brokers were used to situations

since I didn't want

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

"We're here"

-Klang!

entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and allowed me to get a clear view of what was

I

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

market would be, you would instantly think of words like 'filthy', 'dangerous', 'dirty', or

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

goods in their respective stalls were neatly lined up in

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

appeared on the ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping the market with a

illuminated to roads, allowing for

the best-looking black market you could find

this since

even then, this

enough to

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

that I urgently needed were being displayed right before

a great deal of willpower to stop myself from

now I had a

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

down, I patiently

individual sat next to me, to which I nodded

may we the [Lost Reapers] be

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

in our conversation after I directly mentioned the name of the broker that I

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

a big individual, but

so many employees working in [Lost Reapers] it was hard

what you called a 'hidden

was capable

that was until

very understandable for the hooded figure to have

until the later half of

codename smallsnake interacts with Kevin a couple of times before forming

to quickly see how capable of