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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

As soon as I turned, a deep growl echoed from the rift, its presence oppressive, making my chest feel heavy. The air around me turned icy and sharp, and the once bright lights of the mall seemed to be swallowed by an invisible shadow, dimming as if under a heavy cloud.

"What the hell..." I muttered, glancing back just in time to see a huge shadow emerging from the rift. A massive claw, covered in scales, reached out and gripped the mall wall, its sharp nails screeching across the tiles, creating a deafening sound.

Screams immediately filled the hallway, as several people frantically fled, some of them tripping and scrambling to get away.

"Please don't let it be a monster..." I murmured, my eyes fixed on the creature that was slowly emerging from the rift. Its semi-transparent body flowed like liquid, dark purple light emanating from within, illuminating the surrounding area.

Chapter 60: Crisis in the Rift