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 in the ruins of the temple, arms crossed, as he stared at the corpse hanging upside down from the rafters.

"Well," he muttered, "that's one way to send a message."

The silver-haired assassin beside him barely reacted. "At least they gave him a clean death."

Kaito raised an eyebrow. "If by 'clean' you mean 'broke every bone in his body before stringing him up like a bad omen,' then yeah. Super clean."

The body jerked violently, a gurgling wheeze escaping its lips.

"…Okay, I take back everything I said."

The assassin sighed. "Relax. Just post-mortem spasms."

As if to mock her, the corpse's jaw unhinged, mouth stretching unnaturally wide.

Kaito glanced at her. "Still gonna stick with that explanation?"

Then, with a swift movement, she sliced the corpse's throat open—cutting off whatever sound was trying to escape.

Kaito exhaled. "So, uh. Normal meeting for the Black Lotus, or is this just an initiation special?"

From the shadows, a deep chuckle echoed.

But you didn't live in the underworld—twice—without hearing legends of Shin Wu-Jin.

The man stepped forward, his face half-lit by the flickering torchlight.

But the kind that made you feel like you'd already lost.

"You're awfully calm," Wu-Jin mused. "Most people don't react well to a corpse speaking."

Kaito shrugged. "I've seen worse."

Wu-Jin tilted his head, amused. "Is that so?"

Kaito smirked. "Yeah. I once saw a guy choke to death on a dumpling. Now that was disturbing."

The assassin beside Kaito stared at him like he was insane.

But humor was a weapon, and right now?

Wu-Jin's laughter faded, and his gaze turned sharp.

"This corpse," he said, gesturing to the body, "was the man assigned to kill Mu-Gyeol."

Kaito frowned. "And yet, I didn't kill him."

Wu-Jin's smirk widened. "No. Someone else did."

Someone had eliminated the assassin before Kaito could.

Wu-Jin stepped forward, slow, deliberate. "Who do you think could pull something like this?"

"The same people who sent you to kill Mu-Gyeol in the first place."

Wu-Jin reached into his robe and pulled out a second Black Lotus token.

"A gift," Wu-Jin said. "Consider it a second chance."

Then back at the corpse still dangling from the ceiling.

"You're offering me a place," Kaito murmured. "And if I refuse?"

"Oh," he said lightly. "Then we'll just have to see how much pain the human body can handle before it stops being human."

The Devil's Invitation