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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

I stood before the entrance of Darklight Hotel, the familiar black marble beneath my feet reflecting my image. An invisible pressure loomed over me, pressing from all directions. This time, my return was different—I was no longer just another employee. I was the sole controller of the Rift Device, and I knew the hotel's executives had prepared for my return. They would not allow me to wield this power without a price.

Pushing open the manager's office door, I found him seated behind his grand desk, his sharp gaze fixed on me.

"Loren, you've returned." His voice was steady as always, but I detected the subtle undertone of inquiry.

"The Rift Device is stable," I said calmly, stepping forward and handing him a compiled 'report.' "This details the current operational status of the Rift and my analysis of its energy flow."

Chapter 91: The Game of Power