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.

or an organization which specialized in sharing information

on the type of information, the

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

would probably be a stupid idea as it could lead to me getting attention and also potentially changing the plotline of

to gain access to the black market,

do have

experience was

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

dungeon wasn't the only reason why I headed

There was another reason.

in urgent need

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

one guy who days before his death bets on C.B's crash and W.V's

me if that's not

someone else, as at the end of the day silent creeper

mastermind behind this, not Silent

and W.V. could result

why I needed

would anonymously deal with my investments without

villains and

wanted since I didn't

again boast about the fact that I was the author of the

"We're here"

-Klang!

large metal door to the one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside

I

a completely different scene than what someone would've

you would instantly think of words like 'filthy', 'dangerous', 'dirty', or anything

often do mix up, and this black market looked exactly

their respective stalls were neatly lined up in rows that I could see no end

the fact that all the customers were wearing masks to hide

moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping the market with a

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

was probably the best-looking black market you could

this since I wanted to spice things

even then, this was

words weren't enough to describe this

by the numerous stalls, I could see a wide variety of products being

products that I urgently needed were being displayed right

deal of willpower to stop myself

had

spot in the black market, I

there with my head down, I patiently

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

we the [Lost Reapers] be

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

a slight pause in our conversation after I directly mentioned the

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

wasn't because I requested a big individual, but rather,

working in [Lost Reapers] it

you called

that was capable yet

was until

understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble

character until

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

to quickly see how capable of an individual 'codename

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