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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 grand banquet hall was littered with the corpses of Rift-modified assassins, their lifeless bodies sprawled across the floor. Blue energy still lingered in the air, flickering ominously. Arianna flicked the blood off her dagger, her eyes scanning the battlefield with calm precision, ensuring no further threats remained.

I stood on the opposite side, my palm still tingling from the energy released by my ring, my heartbeat yet to fully settle. The strength of these Rift assassins had surpassed my expectations. They were not merely enhanced mercenaries—they were something else entirely, something far more advanced.

"They regenerate faster than ordinary assassins," I muttered, my gaze fixed on the faintly glowing runes that had yet to completely fade. "The Rift's energy isn't just augmenting their combat abilities—it's actively repairing their bodies."

Chapter 94: Infiltrating the Laboratory, The Truth of the Rift