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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 Rift core's map guided us toward our ultimate goal—the central control room. It was located on a distant plateau with treacherous terrain, the air thick with intense Rift energy waves.

"We're nearing the end," Suella said quietly, her eyes scanning the plateau ahead. "But the dangers here will likely surpass anything we've faced before."

"Each node was like a lock," I replied, gripping the ring tightly. "And the control room is the final one. If we can activate it, we can end this."

"Are you sure ending this won't make things worse?" She looked at me, her gaze laden with complex emotions.

"No one can be sure," I said softly. "But if we do nothing, Aster will seize everything."

Suella said no more, tightening her grip on her bow and signaling me to follow.

Chapter 80: Choices After Collapse