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

A crimson moon hung over the Black Moon Sect as chaos erupted from within.

Screams echoed through the halls. Shadows danced in the torchlight. Blood splattered against stone walls as blades met flesh.

Jin Tae-Hyun stood at the heart of it all, his presence unseen, his influence undeniable. Every move had led to this night.

The Black Moon Sect, once a towering symbol of fear, was now devouring itself.

The grand hall doors burst open. A guard, soaked in blood, stumbled inside, barely able to stand.

"S-Sect Leader…! It's an ambush! The deserters—"

Before he could finish, his head separated from his body.

Wu-Jin, eyes wild with fury, lowered his sword.

"Seal the gates! Kill every last traitor!" His voice shook the room, but beneath the command was a crack—a sliver of panic.

His officers hesitated. Could they still trust their leader? Could they even trust each other?

Jin Tae-Hyun, watching from the rafters, smirked. Fear had already poisoned their minds.

Outside, the gates of the stronghold lay wide open.

The deserters, once cowards fleeing for their lives, had returned. But they weren't alone.

Rogue martial artists, mercenaries, and sect rivals—all those who had suffered under the Black Moon Sect's tyranny—descended like vultures on a dying beast.

The Black Moon Sect had made enemies of too many people. Tonight, those enemies had come to collect their due.

The stronghold was no longer a fortress. It was a battlefield.

Wu-Jin stormed through the halls, his blade cutting down rebels left and right.

"Come out, bastard! I know you're behind this!" he roared.

His voice echoed, but no answer came.

Jin Tae-Hyun wasn't foolish enough to face him yet.

The more Wu-Jin fought, the more he exhausted himself.

As the fires raged and the stronghold crumbled, Wu-Jin finally stood alone in the center of the courtyard, his blade drenched in blood.

A voice, smooth and mocking, drifting through the smoke.

"Tired already, Sect Leader? I thought you were supposed to be invincible."

Wu-Jin turned, his grip tightening.

And there, standing atop a pile of corpses, Jin Tae-Hyun smiled.

The Night of Screams