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

Kaito stood on the edge of the training grounds, his arms crossed, his sharp gaze sweeping the sect.

The second pendant had been left for him last night.

He had spent the day watching, waiting, and listening. The death of Elder Hwang had shaken the sect, and though no one spoke of it openly, there was an undercurrent of fear in the air. The inner disciples whispered in hushed voices, the outer disciples kept their heads down, and the sect elders…

Not for the killer—but for any sign of weakness.

Because in the world of Murim, a dead elder wasn't just a tragedy.

Someone had killed Elder Hwang for a reason.

And tonight, Kaito would find out why.

A single knock echoed through his room.

Kaito, already expecting it, moved quietly and slid the door open.

But on the ground, a small rolled-up parchment lay waiting.

Kaito bent down, picking it up. His fingers unrolled the delicate paper, and under the dim candlelight, he read the short, precise message written in elegant, flowing script.

> Southern Cliff Bridge. Midnight.

The Black Lotus had made their next move.

The Southern Cliff Bridge was one of the most isolated locations in the sect.

It stretched across a deep ravine, a wooden path flanked by towering cliffs on both sides.

Kaito arrived exactly at midnight. The mist had thickened, curling around the bridge like ghostly tendrils. The only sound was the faint creaking of the wooden planks under his steps.

A figure stepped out of the mist, clad in black robes, a hood covering their face.

Kaito's hand hovered near his sword, but he didn't draw it.

The figure raised their head slightly, revealing a sharp, thin-lipped mouth. The voice that came from it was low, measured, almost… amused.

Kaito smirked. "If I did, I wouldn't be here."

The hooded figure tilted their head. "Good. Hesitation is the difference between a blade that kills and a blade that rusts."

A knife flew straight at Kaito's head.

Kaito tilted his head at the last second.

The blade sliced past his ear, embedding itself into the wooden bridge behind him.

In a single motion, he stepped forward—fast—closing the distance between them in an instant. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the hilt of the dagger in the bridge.

A weapon thrown was a weapon wasted.

He ripped it out of the wood and threw it back.

But at the last second, with an inhuman smoothness, they turned their head slightly, the blade grazing their cheek before vanishing into the mist behind them.

Kaito's stance remained firm. "Was that the test?"

The figure chuckled. "No. That was the introduction."

They took a step forward, their voice lowering.

"The Black Lotus doesn't take in just anyone. We don't train warriors. We don't teach fools. We find killers."

"And we test them the only way that matters."

A small parchment was slipped into Kaito's hand.

His fingers unrolled it, revealing a name.

> Kill them before dawn. Or be hunted.

Kaito's grip on the parchment tightened.

The hooded figure's voice was almost… hungry.

"Welcome to the abyss, Jin Tae-Hyun."

Leaving Kaito alone with a single truth.

The first kill in this new life… would not be for survival.

The First Mission