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 sharing information for a

the type of information, the

case, as I was the author, I basically knew most

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

able to gain access

I do have

was

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

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

There was another reason.

was in urgent need of

buy a bunch of W.V. stock without

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

me if that's

as at the end of the day

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

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

why I

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

and heroes, the brokers were used

exactly what I wanted since I didn't want

fact that I was

"We're here"

-Klang!

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

should I

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

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

reality often do mix up, and this

were selling their goods in their respective stalls were neatly

fact that all the customers were wearing masks to hide their identities, someone

allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping the

lights from the lamps brightly illuminated to roads, allowing for a clearer

probably the best-looking black market you could find

the black market to be like this

even then,

words weren't enough to describe this

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

that I urgently needed were being displayed

me a great deal of willpower to stop

now I had a

black market, I quickly went towards a rather

my head down, I patiently waited for

next to

the [Lost Reapers] be of service to

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

after I directly mentioned

was talking to, I could vaguely feel that

a big individual,

so many employees working in [Lost Reapers] it was

what you called a 'hidden

that was capable yet

was

understandable for the hooded figure to

character until the later half

smallsnake interacts with Kevin a couple of times before forming

there, Kevin was able to quickly see how capable of an individual 'codename