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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

Standing before the Rift Core, I felt an immense weight pressing down on me. The runic projection spun slowly in the air, surrounded by waves of blue energy. Each symbol seemed to urge me to make a decision.

Ariana stood silently by my side, her gaze steady and resolute. "Lorne, no matter what you choose, I'll stand with you to face it."

"Her loyalty surprises me," Soren remarked coldly, his voice tinged with mockery. "But, mortal, your hesitation is wasting precious time. The Rift device is not a tool for emotional solace—it demands decisive direction."

"I know," I murmured, my internal conflict growing more intense. "But once I choose, there's no turning back."

"Exactly," Soren said, his voice deep and certain. "Whether you shut it down or seize control, the outcome will always be a gamble. The difference lies in whether you have the courage to face the unknown consequences."

Chapter 87: The Dawn of Return