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

information, the higher

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

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

access to the black market, since I was the one who

I do

was

could have used to gain access to dungeons,

dungeon wasn't the only reason why I

There was another reason.

urgent need of

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

dies a month from now, the 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

as at the

was the true mastermind behind this, not Silent

C.B and W.V. could

I needed a

who would anonymously deal with my investments without asking any questions regarding who

filled with both villains and heroes, the

since I didn't want to gather unnecessary

the fact that I was the author of the novel,

"We're here"

-Klang!

a similarly large metal door to the one at the entrance, the two burly men stepped aside and allowed me to get a clear view of what was behind the

I describe

scene than what someone would've expected when hearing

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

and reality often do mix up, and

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

for the fact that all the customers were wearing masks to hide their identities, someone could've easily mistaken this as your regular

to penetrate the market, enveloping the market with a sense

to roads, allowing for a clearer view of

black market you could find out

designed the black market to be like this

then, this

enough

the road and passing by the numerous stalls, I

of products that

deal of willpower to stop myself

I had a

way towards a secluded spot in the black market, I quickly went towards a rather inconspicuous-looking wooden bench and sat

my head down, I patiently waited for

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

the [Lost Reapers] be of service

"I need a broker"

"What type?"

"codename smallSnake"

"..."

was a slight pause in our conversation after I directly mentioned

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

because I requested a big individual, but rather, an

many employees working in [Lost Reapers] it was hard

was what you called a 'hidden

that was capable yet

was until

understandable for the hooded figure to have trouble remembering who smallsnake

until the later half of the

a couple of times before forming some sort of business

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