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

The Black Moon Sect's stronghold reeked of blood and desperation.

Wu-Jin's paranoia had driven him to madness. He had ordered the capture of deserters' families, bringing them to the grand hall to set an example. Bound, kneeling, their eyes filled with terror, they awaited their fate.

Wu-Jin stood at the center, sword drawn, his expression twisted in something between rage and amusement.

Jin Tae-Hyun, hidden in the shadows above, observed the scene with cold detachment.

"This is it," he murmured to himself. The final cracks before the collapse.

Wu-Jin raised his blade, pointing it at a trembling woman.

"Your husband fled my sect," he sneered. "Tell me, where did he go?"

Tears streaked her face. "I—I don't know!"

Wu-Jin clicked his tongue. "A shame."

A sharp cry echoed as her arm fell to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as she screamed in agony.

Jin Tae-Hyun narrowed his eyes. Brutal. But expected.

The other prisoners shrank back, realizing there was no escape. Wu-Jin would slaughter them all, one by one.

A gust of wind blew through the hall. The torches flickered.

The flames were extinguished all at once, plunging the chamber into blackness.

Shouts of confusion erupted. The guards scrambled, drawing their weapons.

That's when the first body dropped.

A gurgled scream. The sound of a blade piercing flesh.

By the time the torches were relit, three guards lay dead, their throats slit.

Wu-Jin's eyes darted around the room. Who? Who dared?

Jin Tae-Hyun's voice echoed from the shadows.

"A sect built on fear… will always collapse under fear."

Wu-Jin's breathing grew ragged. "SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!"

A dagger flew from the dark. It embedded itself inches from Wu-Jin's feet.

A piece of parchment was wrapped around the handle.

Wu-Jin snatched it, unraveling the message. His hands trembled as he read the words.

From outside, the sounds of chaos erupted.

Jin had planned everything. The guards stationed outside? Dead. The gates? Open. The deserters and rebels? Ready to strike.

Tonight, the Black Moon Sect would drown in its own blood.

Wu-Jin clenched his fists, rage burning hotter than ever.

But something else lurked beneath it.

And Jin Tae-Hyun, hidden in the shadows, grinned.

The Tipping Point 2