Draggarius

Kaito Renzaki, a ruthless contract killer, meets his end in a brutal betrayal—only to awaken as Jin Tae-Hyun, a weak, arrogant noble in the Murim world. Destined to die as a minor villain, he refuses to accept his fate.

Armed with an assassin’s instincts and a lifetime of deception, Kaito will carve his own path. He is not a warrior. He is a killer. And in a world where strength reigns supreme, he will rise—not as a forgotten side character, but as a force that reshapes Murim itself.

But his rise does not go unnoticed. Powerful sects, hidden warlords, and even the protagonist stand in his way.

Will he remain a villain lurking in the shadows?

Or will he become something far more dangerous?

Blood Reforged

Blood dripped from the tip of his knife. A single crimson droplet fell onto the polished wooden floor, staining it like an inkblot on a blank page. Kaito Tanaka wiped his blade against his sleeve, his hands steady, his heart as calm as ever. Another job completed. Another life erased.

For years, he had walked the path of death, a ghost in the modern world, leaving behind no trace, no name, no identity. In the underground, he was known as "Shinigami", the perfect contract killer—swift, efficient, emotionless.

Tonight was supposed to be just another job. But fate had other plans.

As he stepped onto the rain-slicked streets, the distant roar of an engine caught his attention. Headlights flared. A black sedan hurtled toward him, too fast, too sudden. His instincts screamed at him to move, but even the best reflexes couldn't outmatch a speeding car at point-blank range.

The impact shattered his body. Pain exploded in his chest, spreading like wildfire. His vision blurred, the world turning into a chaotic mix of light and shadow.

A sharp breath. Cold air filled his lungs. His body felt... strange. Heavy robes draped over him instead of his usual tactical gear. His hands, pale and calloused, were different.

He opened his eyes. A wooden ceiling loomed above him, its beams ancient and weathered. The scent of burning incense filled the air, mixed with the distant aroma of herbal medicine.

Kaito sat up, his mind reeling. His surroundings were unfamiliar—tatami mats, paper sliding doors, the faint sound of swords clashing outside. This wasn't the world he knew.

He stumbled to his feet, catching sight of a bronze mirror resting on a nearby table. Hesitant, he moved toward it. The reflection staring back at him was not his own.

A sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and long black hair tied in a loose ponytail. His face held a certain elegance, but his eyes were cold, filled with arrogance. Recognition struck him like lightning.

His breath hitched. He knew this face. He had seen it before—in the pages of "Chronicles of the Northern Blade", a Murim manga he used to read in his past life. Jin Tae-Hyun, the arrogant young master of the Southern Edge Sect, an insignificant side villain who mocked the protagonist before being effortlessly killed.

A disposable character. Forgotten by the story.

Memories flooded his mind—his past life as Kaito Tanaka, his years as a contract killer, and now, the fragmented recollections of Jin Tae-Hyun. He knew what was coming. He knew his fate.

The sliding doors creaked open. A young servant girl entered, bowing low. "Young Master, the elders are waiting for you at the training grounds."

Jin Tae-Hyun—no, Kaito—straightened his robes, his mind already racing.

If fate had given him another chance, he would not let it be wasted. He would not play the role of a mere side villain.

This world was brutal, ruled by strength. And strength... was something he understood very well.

It was time to rewrite his destiny.

The Rebirth of a Forgotten Villain