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.

organization which specialized in sharing

type of information, the

in my case, as I was the author, I

make some serious cash, but that would probably be a stupid idea as it could lead to

gain access to the black market, since I was the one who created

I do have

experience was

been the only method I could have used to

the only reason why I headed to the black

There was another reason.

urgent

think I would stupidly short C.B. and buy a bunch of W.V. stock

be the one guy who days before his

me if that's not

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

mastermind behind this, not Silent

in C.B and W.V. could

I needed

would anonymously deal with my investments without asking any

villains and heroes, the brokers were used to

since I didn't

I was the author of the novel, know

"We're here"

-Klang!

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

should I describe

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

think of words like 'filthy', 'dangerous', 'dirty', or anything that was synonymous with

and this black market looked exactly

neatly lined up in

wearing masks to

moonlight to penetrate the market,

the lamps brightly illuminated to roads, allowing for a clearer

the best-looking black market you could find out

be like this since I wanted to spice things up a

then,

guess words weren't enough

stalls, I could

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

of willpower to stop myself from purchasing any of

I had

I quickly went towards a rather inconspicuous-looking

there with my head down, I patiently waited for five

a black hooded individual sat next

the [Lost Reapers] be of service to

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

conversation after I directly mentioned the name of the broker

talking to, I

requested a big individual, but rather, an

employees working in [Lost Reapers] it

you

was capable

was until

very understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble remembering

character until the later half of the

interacts with Kevin a couple of times before

see how capable of an individual

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