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 mountain winds whispered through the ruined halls of the Black Moon Sect, carrying the scent of blood and fire. The once-mighty fortress was nothing more than a crumbling graveyard, the echoes of its warriors lost in the cold, empty night.

Jin Tae-Hyun stood on the shattered stone steps, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The battle was over. Wu-Jin was dead. And yet, something lingered.

He had walked away, disappearing into the darkness without a single glance back. But Jin knew better than to assume it was over.

Not out of vengeance. Not for retribution.

But for something far more dangerous.

Jin sighed, his fingers brushing the hilt of his sword. "Tsk. I should've killed him."

He knew it. He knew it. And yet, something inside him had stopped his blade.

Perhaps it was Wu-Jin's influence.

Or perhaps… it was something else entirely.

The boy walked through the dense forest, his steps steady despite the weight in his chest. He had no destination. No purpose beyond the final words Wu-Jin had left him with.

He clenched his fists. What did that even mean?

Wu-Jin had built an empire of blood and fear. He had burned his way through the murim, leaving nothing but corpses in his wake.

Wu-Jin, standing beneath the moonlight, his expression unreadable. "Strength is only useful if you know what to do with it."

At the time, the boy hadn't understood.

Now, he wasn't sure if he ever would.

Jin left the ruins without looking back. There was nothing left for him here.

But as he stepped onto the path leading down the mountain, he felt it.

He didn't react. Didn't change his pace. But his senses sharpened.

He kept walking, his posture relaxed, his hands at his sides. But the moment he passed the treeline, his blade was in his grip.

Jin twisted, parrying the incoming strike with a flick of his wrist. Sparks flew as steel met steel, the force of the impact sending a tremor through the ground.

His attacker landed gracefully, stepping back into the moonlight.

And behind them… more shadows emerged from the trees.

Jin clicked his tongue. "Took you long enough."

The masked figure tilted their head. "You knew we were coming?"

Jin smirked. "I was starting to think you wouldn't."

The figure didn't respond. They simply raised their sword.

Jin exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

It seemed this night wasn't over just yet.

The Lingering Shadow