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.

brokers were essentially individuals or an organization which specialized in sharing

on the type of information, the higher

author, I basically knew most of

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

with the information that I knew, I was easily able to gain access to the black market, since I was the one who

do have

was extremely

I could have used to gain access to

only reason why I headed to the black

There was another reason.

was in urgent

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

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

if

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

behind the attack was the true mastermind behind this, not

W.V. could

why I needed a

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

both villains and heroes, the brokers were used to

since I didn't want to gather

as I once again boast about the fact that I was the author of the novel,

"We're here"

-Klang!

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

I

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

think of

do mix up, and this black

neatly lined

the customers were wearing masks to hide

to penetrate the

from the lamps brightly illuminated to roads, allowing for a clearer view of the goods in

black market

to be like this since

even then, this was

words weren't enough to

along the road and passing by the numerous stalls, I

of products that I

a great deal of willpower to stop myself

I had a goal

in the black market, I quickly went towards a

with my head down, I patiently

individual sat next to me,

may we the [Lost Reapers] be of

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

I directly mentioned the name

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

requested a big individual, but

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

was what you called

that was capable

that was

figure to have trouble remembering who

an unknown character until

Kevin a couple of times before forming some sort of

Kevin was able to quickly see how capable of an individual

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