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.

essentially individuals or an organization which specialized

on the type of information, the

as I was the author, I

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

able to gain access to the black market, since I was

do have to

was

only method I could have used to

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

There was another reason.

was in urgent need of

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

if

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

true mastermind behind this,

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

I needed

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

both villains and heroes, the brokers were used to situations

I wanted since I didn't

again boast about the fact that I was the author of

"We're here"

-Klang!

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

I describe

different scene than what someone would've

black market would be, you would instantly think of words like 'filthy', 'dangerous', 'dirty', or anything that was synonymous

up, and this black market looked

were neatly lined up in rows

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

moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping

lamps brightly illuminated to roads, allowing

probably the best-looking black market you could

designed the black market to be like this since I wanted to spice things

then,

weren't enough to describe this

along the road and passing by the numerous stalls, I

of products that I urgently needed were

deal of willpower to stop myself from

had a goal

black market, I quickly went towards a rather inconspicuous-looking

with my head down, I

passed, a black hooded individual sat next to me, to which I nodded my head

may we the [Lost Reapers] be of service to

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

our conversation after I directly

who I was talking to, I could vaguely feel that underneath

I requested a big

working in [Lost Reapers] it was hard to keep

you

that was

was until

was very understandable for the hooded figure to have

until

smallsnake interacts with Kevin a couple of times before forming some sort of

was able to quickly see how capable of

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