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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

Alex Reynold was completely consumed by the Rift energy. His body disintegrated within the energy storm—the greatest visionary of the assassin's world had ultimately failed to control the Rift and was instead devoured by it.

The alarm sirens in the laboratory gradually faded, but the Rift energy in the air remained unstable. The symbols inscribed on the walls flickered ominously, and the equipment on the experiment tables began exploding one after another. The entire facility was on the verge of collapse.

Arianna stood beside me, cautiously observing the energy fluctuations around us. "The Rift Core's energy may have stabilized for now, but it's still out of control… We need to leave immediately."

"Yeah…" I muttered in agreement, but at that moment, my attention was elsewhere.

Chapter 96 Hunting Order