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.

brokers were essentially individuals or an organization which specialized in

the higher the price for

as I was the author, I basically

that would probably be a stupid idea as it could lead to me getting attention and also

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

I do have to

was

used to gain access to dungeons, I would've

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

There was another reason.

in urgent need

short C.B. and buy a

a month from now, the prime suspect would be the one guy who days before his death bets on C.B's crash and

if that's not

officially identified as the killer, the main culprit could be someone else, as at the

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

W.V. could result in my

I needed

broker was an intermediary who would anonymously deal with my investments without asking any questions regarding who I was and why

was filled with both villains and heroes,

exactly what I wanted since I didn't

that I was the author of the novel, know the right

"We're here"

-Klang!

to the one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and allowed

I describe

scene than what someone would've expected when hearing the word

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

reality often do mix up, and this black

neatly lined up in rows that I

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

ceiling allowing the moonlight to

lamps brightly illuminated to roads, allowing for

black market

to be like this since I wanted to spice things up

even then, this was

guess words weren't enough to describe this

numerous stalls, I could see a wide variety

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

took me a great deal of willpower to stop

now I had a goal

my way towards a secluded spot in the black market, I

there with my head down, I patiently

next to me, to which I nodded my head without

may we the [Lost Reapers] be of service

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

conversation after I directly mentioned the

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

big

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

what you called a 'hidden

was capable

was until

was very understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble remembering who smallsnake

until the later half of

novel, codename smallsnake interacts with Kevin a couple of times before forming some sort of business relationship with

see how