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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 shrouded the abandoned factory, its rusted steel structures casting sinister shadows under the dim glow of scattered light sources. The air was thick with dampness and the scent of machine oil, the silence so deep that it felt as though this world had long been forgotten.

I stood amidst a pile of broken machinery, my gaze fixed on the Son of the Night—the enigmatic figure who had rescued me from the black market and brought me here. Yet, his true purpose remained a mystery.

"Seeking the truth of the Rift?" I murmured, my eyes sharp as I stared at him. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

The Son of the Night let out a faint smile and slowly turned to face me. His black coat swayed slightly in the cold night breeze, and on his hand, the glow of Rift runes pulsed faintly.

Chapter 99: The Riftland—A Reality Beyond Dimensions