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.
an organization which specialized
the type of information, the higher the price
author, I basically knew most of the things
probably be
knew, I was easily able to gain access to the black market, since I was the
do have
was
could have used to gain access
a dungeon wasn't the only reason why I headed to
There was another reason.
was in urgent need of
stupidly short C.B. and buy
dies a month from now, the prime suspect would be the one guy
me if that's not
be someone else, as at the
attack was the true mastermind behind this, not Silent creeper, and the police already knew
investing in C.B and W.V. could
I needed a
an intermediary who would anonymously deal with my investments without asking any questions regarding who I was and
was filled with both villains and heroes, the brokers were
exactly what I wanted since I didn't want to gather
for me, as I once again boast about the fact that I was the author of the
"We're here"
-Klang!
the one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and
should I describe
than what someone would've expected when hearing the word
you imaged how a black market would be, you would instantly think of words like 'filthy', 'dangerous', 'dirty', or
up, and this black market looked exactly like
their respective stalls were neatly lined up in rows that
the customers were wearing masks to
on the ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping the
allowing for a clearer view of the goods in
black
be like this since I wanted to
then, this
words weren't enough
road and passing by the numerous stalls, I
potions to artifacts, all sorts of products that I urgently needed were being displayed right before
great deal of willpower to stop myself from purchasing any
now I had a goal
a secluded spot in the black market, I quickly went
my head down, I patiently waited for five
hooded individual sat next to me, to which I nodded my head without turning
the [Lost Reapers] be of service
"I need a broker"
"What type?"
"codename smallSnake"
"..."
a slight pause in our conversation after I directly mentioned the name of the broker that I
the individual who I was talking to, I could vaguely feel that underneath the
a big individual, but rather, an
working in [Lost Reapers] it
what you called a
was capable yet
was
hooded figure to have
was an unknown character until the later half of
with Kevin a couple of times before forming some
see how
About The Author's POV - Chapter 21
The Author's POV is the best current series of the author Entrail_JI. With the below Chapter 21 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 21 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com