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.

an organization which specialized in

on the type of information, the higher the price for the

the author, I basically knew most of the things the information brokers

to, I could disclose some important information and make some serious cash, but that would probably be a stupid idea as it could

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

I do

was

not been the only method I could have used to gain access

the only reason why I headed to the black

There was another reason.

in urgent need of a

stupidly short C.B. and buy a bunch of W.V. stock

prime suspect would be the one guy who days before his death bets on C.B's crash and W.V's

me if that's not

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

true mastermind behind this, not Silent creeper,

in C.B and W.V. could result

why I

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

villains and heroes, the

wanted since I didn't want to gather unnecessary

for me, as I once again boast about the fact that I was the author of the novel, know the right person

"We're here"

-Klang!

men stepped aside and allowed me to get a

I

a completely different scene than what someone would've expected

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

do mix up, and

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

masks to hide their identities, someone could've easily mistaken this as

the ceiling allowing the moonlight to penetrate the market, enveloping the market with a sense

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

the best-looking black

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

then, this was

words weren't enough

road and passing by the numerous stalls, I could

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

of willpower to stop myself

now I had a goal to

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

there with my head down,

next to me,

the [Lost Reapers]

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

was a slight pause in our conversation after I directly mentioned the name of

hood covered the features of the individual who I was talking to, I could vaguely feel that underneath the hood

big individual, but rather, an almost

Reapers] it was hard to keep

you

that was capable yet

that was

hooded figure to have trouble

unknown character until the later half of

of

Kevin was able to quickly see