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.
If not for the fact that he was currently being hunted by certain individuals, he would've never have come to work for {Lost Reapers}.
In the end, after hesitating a little bit, smallsnake finally stretched his hand out and firmly shook mine.
Feeling the large hand which marked the first deal he had ever agreed on, smallsnake decided there and then that he will do his absolute best to accomplish whatever his first customer desired.
Chapter end
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