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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 manager of Darklight Hotel kept his gaze locked onto me, his fingers lightly tapping the surface of his desk. The documents spread before him contained detailed reports of my journey—from my descent into the Rift to my eventual control over the Rift device. They knew more than enough.

"Loren," he said in a calm, expectant tone, "you should understand by now—you are no longer just another employee."

"The power you wield is something Darklight Hotel has never had access to before."

"So, what do you want?" I asked evenly, leaning back in my chair.

"Collaboration." The manager's lips curled into a faint smile as he folded his hands together. "You hold control over the Rift device. You can use it to maintain balance in the world, but surely you realize—such a responsibility is too great for one person to bear alone."

I remained silent for a moment before speaking. "You want access to the Rift device's control."

Chapter 90: The Choice of Power