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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 I stepped into this world, a chill ran through the air, biting into my skin. Under the cover of night, the city loomed more oppressive than I had imagined. Towering skyscrapers stood like an iron forest, their neon lights reflecting off the wet streets, casting a dazzling display of color that failed to mask the darkness lurking beneath.

This was a world of assassins, a battlefield where order had long since collapsed.

In the distance, a gunshot rang out, followed by the screeching of tires against asphalt. Standing on the side of the street, I scanned my surroundings. Here, killing was the law of survival—anyone could be a hunter, and anyone could become prey.

"The energy fluctuations here are stronger than expected," Soren's voice echoed in my mind, tinged with intrigue. "The traces of the Rift are obvious, but they don't seem like natural anomalies. This... looks like deliberate manipulation."

Chapter 92: The Rules of the Assassin's World