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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

The journey through the Dead Marshes continued, with the ground slippery and unstable, threatening to swallow anyone who faltered. The air grew thick with the stench of decay, almost suffocating, and the cold, damp wind carried an eerie chill. Every step felt heavier, and the tension in the group was palpable, as danger seemed to press in from all sides.

Suddenly, Gimli halted, raising his axe in a silent signal for everyone to stop. He whispered, "There's something ahead."

The group immediately fell silent, straining to hear any sounds. In the distance, a faint noise echoed through the marsh, like a massive creature moving slowly through the swamp.

"Should we go around it?" Sam asked quietly, concern in his voice.

"We can't," Halbarad responded grimly. "There's no safe place in these marshes. We have no choice but to move forward. Prepare for anything."

Chapter 42: The Dead Marshes