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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 air was thick with eerie energy fluctuations. Under the gray-blue sky, this desolate ruin stood like the remnants of a once-glorious civilization, holding secrets that had long been forgotten. But now, those secrets no longer mattered—because we were facing beings beyond comprehension.

Their forms constantly twisted, resembling ghosts of condensed energy, shifting masses of black mist with eerie blue orbs that gleamed like eyes—watching us, filled with indescribable malice.

"They are... the curse of the Rift." Nightfall's voice was low, his expression more serious than I had ever seen before. He stood beside me, staring at the creatures slowly closing in on us.

"The failure of the Predecessors created them. And now, what we are facing… is the Rift's warning against anyone seeking the truth."

Chapter 100: The End of the Rift