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At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy!

But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out.

And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

I’m a Doorman at an Assassin’s Hotel

Before us stood a tall elf, his presence exuding an oppressive aura. As we cautiously traversed the path through the Doom Mountain, he suddenly appeared in front of us.

His very presence made every living being around him seem insignificant, as though the weight of his authority dwarfed all. The ring on his right hand gleamed with a cold light, as if heralding the immense power it contained.

"How interesting, truly interesting. You are not humans from this world!" His voice was deep and commanding, carrying an undeniable aura that made it impossible to refute. His eyes, sharp as cold steel, seemed to see through each one of us, as if he could read our very souls.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he continued, his tone filled with arrogance and coldness. "I am Maelon, the Lord of Barad-dûr, the Lord of the One Ring, and the Master of the Earth."

"You're Sauron?" Doctor Strange finally spoke, his voice calm but tinged with caution.

Chapter 39: The Lord of the Rings