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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 night veiled the city, neon lights casting dazzling yet indifferent reflections on the wet streets. A faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, and the drones of Dawn Hotel buzzed in the sky like the whispers of death, gliding slowly as they scanned for any suspicious targets.

I hid in the shadows of an abandoned alley, holding my breath while trying to steady myself. My heartbeat remained erratic, and the Rift energy coursing through my body made me uneasy, as if my very soul was being reshaped by some unknown force.

"Lorne Marcus, cease your escape. You have been locked on."

The cold, mechanical voice of the drones echoed once more across the silent district.

I lowered my gaze, staring at the ring on my hand. The runes glowed faintly with a blue light, and I knew this wasn't just ordinary energy—it was Rift power, already beginning to merge with my very being.

Chapter 97: The Beginning of the Escape